#kokonoi angst

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Déjà vu (Kokonoi Hajime)

Genre: Angst TW: koko's flashback memories of akane, just pure angst honestly Pairings: Bonten!Kokonoi Hajime x fem!reader Note: feeling angsty today and this has been on my drafts for sooooo long!

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the vast estate that Kokonoi Hajime now called home. The sprawling mansion, hidden away in the quiet hills outside Tokyo, was a far cry from the cramped apartment where he had once lived with Akane. The irony wasn’t lost on him—he had all the wealth he could ever want, but the emptiness in his heart was a void that no amount of money could fill.

You had moved in a few months ago, at Kokonoi’s insistence. It was practical, he had said, a way to keep you close, to protect you from the dangers that came with his life in Bonten. You had agreed, perhaps a little too eagerly, hoping that proximity would bring you closer to his heart. But the truth was, you had only stepped into a shadow.

The mansion was filled with remnants of a life Kokonoi could never let go of. You noticed it in the way he meticulously arranged the furniture, the way he decorated the rooms—everything had a familiar feel, like a memory brought back to life. There were times you would catch him staring at the old photos he kept in a hidden drawer, his face expressionless, but his eyes betraying the turmoil within.

It was a night like any other, or so you thought. You had just finished preparing dinner, a simple meal you hoped would bring a smile to his face. But as you entered the grand dining room, your heart sank. Kokonoi was sitting at the table, staring at his phone, a distant look in his eyes. The sound of your footsteps echoed in the large room, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Hajime,” you called softly, placing the dishes on the table. “Dinner’s ready.”

He looked up, blinking as if he had just been pulled from a dream. “Oh… right. Thank you.”

His voice was polite, but there was a detachment to it that you couldn’t ignore. You took a seat across from him, watching as he mechanically reached for his fork, barely paying attention to the food in front of him.

It wasn’t the first time this had happened. You had lost count of the nights where he seemed lost in his own world, where your presence barely registered with him. And every time it happened, the knot in your stomach tightened a little more.

The song began playing softly in the background, the notes drifting through the room like a whisper. It was a song you had grown fond of, something you had shared with him on one of your late-night drives. But as the familiar melody filled the air, you saw Kokonoi freeze, his fork stopping halfway to his mouth.

“Do you… like this song?” you asked, trying to break the silence.

He didn’t respond at first, his eyes locked on some invisible point beyond you. Finally, he set his fork down and leaned back in his chair, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

“Akane loved this song,” he said quietly, almost as if he were speaking to himself.

The name hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. It wasn’t the first time you had heard him mention her, but it still felt like a punch to the gut every time he did. You had known, from the beginning, that she was an integral part of his past—a ghost that haunted every corner of his mind. But knowing didn’t make it any easier to bear.

You forced a smile, trying to keep your voice steady. “I didn’t know that.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of something in his eyes—regret, guilt, maybe even sorrow. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by that familiar, distant gaze.

“She used to play it all the time,” he continued, his voice low. “It was her favorite.”

You swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump in your throat. “It’s a beautiful song.”

Kokonoi nodded, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. The silence stretched on, the song playing on repeat, each note like a dagger to your heart. You wanted to reach out, to tell him that you were here, that you loved him, that you could make him happy if he just let you in. But you knew it wouldn’t matter. You were a replacement, a stand-in for someone he could never let go of.

“Hajime,” you began, your voice trembling slightly, “do you ever… think about us? About what we have?”

He frowned, as if the question confused him. “What do you mean?”

You bit your lip, searching for the right words. “I mean… do you ever compare us? To what you had with her?”

Kokonoi’s expression softened, but there was a sadness in his eyes that made your heart ache. “It’s not that simple,” he said slowly. “What I had with Akane… it was special. It was… irreplaceable.”

The words were like a knife twisting in your chest, but you forced yourself to nod, even as tears burned at the back of your eyes. “I understand.”

But you didn’t—not really. How could you understand what it was like to lose the love of your life, to have them ripped away from you so suddenly? You had only known loss in the abstract, in the fleeting moments of sadness that came with unrequited love. But to have something so deep, so profound, and to lose it—that was a pain you couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

Kokonoi reached across the table, his hand covering yours. It was a rare moment of affection, and you clung to it, even though you knew it wasn’t really meant for you. His touch was warm, comforting, but it was tinged with a melancholy that made your heart sink.

“I care about you,” he said softly. “I really do. But… it’s hard. Every time I look at you, I’m reminded of what I lost. And I hate myself for it.”

You blinked back tears, trying to hold onto the strength you knew you needed to get through this conversation. “Hajime, I don’t want to be a reminder of your pain. I want to be someone who makes you happy.”

He squeezed your hand, but the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. “You do make me happy,” he said, but there was a hesitation in his voice, a lingering doubt that twisted the knife in your heart even further. “But I’m not sure if I can ever be truly happy again.”

The words hung in the air, a bitter truth that you had always known deep down but had hoped would change. You had hoped that, with time, Kokonoi would come to see you for who you were, not as a shadow of Akane. But now, it was clear that you were fighting a losing battle.

The song continued to play, looping endlessly as if mocking you with its familiarity. You could almost see Akane there, dancing with him in the living room, her laughter filling the space in a way you never could. And for the first time, you realized that you were chasing something that was never meant to be yours.

You pulled your hand away, your chest tightening as the weight of reality crashed down on you. “I think… maybe it’s time I let you go.”

Kokonoi’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, you saw a flash of panic cross his face. “What are you saying?”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. “I’m saying that I can’t keep living in the shadow of someone else. I deserve to be loved for who I am, not for who I remind you of.”

His mouth opened to protest, but you held up a hand, stopping him. “It’s okay, Hajime. I know you’ll never forget her. And I don’t want you to. But I can’t keep pretending that this is enough for me. I need more.”

Kokonoi looked like he wanted to argue, to tell you that you were wrong, but the words wouldn’t come. He knew, deep down, that you were right. He had been clinging to you like a lifeline, hoping that you could fill the void Akane had left behind. But in doing so, he had only hurt you, dragging you into the same darkness that had consumed him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You smiled sadly, brushing a tear from your cheek. “I know. But sometimes, sorry isn’t enough.”

The room felt unbearably cold as you stood up, the sound of your chair scraping against the floor echoing in the silence. Kokonoi watched you, his expression a mix of sorrow and resignation, as if he knew that this was the end.

You walked over to the window, staring out at the sprawling garden that had once felt like a sanctuary but now felt like a prison. The moon was high in the sky, casting a pale light over the scene, and you realized that this was the last time you would see it.

“I’m going to pack my things,” you said quietly, not turning around. “I’ll be gone by morning.”

Kokonoi didn’t respond. You didn’t expect him to. There was nothing left to say.

As you made your way to the door, you paused, your hand resting on the doorknob. “I hope you find peace one day, Hajime. I really do.”

He didn’t look at you, his gaze fixed on the table in front of him. “Take care,” he murmured, his voice hollow.

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see it, and then you walked out, closing the door behind you.

[izubabes]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!! I just read your Koko x Inui!Reader work and it's a ✨masterpiece✨ Am I crying? Yes. Am I still in love with this psycho Koko? Definitely. Why? Don't know. But am I in love with your work? Absolutely!!!!!

If it's possible, may I please request Koko with fem!reader who also lost her lover (I dunno, Shinichiro, for example? Yeah, he's muuuch older than them, and the reader knew that he would never see her as a woman (more like a sister, but he’d still say smth like “yeah yeah you'll get older and I'll marry you”), but she still loved him (puppy love and stuff)). However, if Koko’s still obsessed with Akane, the reader moved on;she cherishes the memory of her first lov, but she became older and realized thing that she wasn't understand when she was younger. So with her help (it's not like she fell in love with him when they met, it's just cuz of their similar situations she decided to kinda help(?)Inui pssst Inui) , Koko see other side(?) of this type of “love”.

I still want a happy ending for him. I mean, he's such a sad (maniac, nonetheless) character, but I believe that he does deserve true and mutual love. We all had our “first loves”, puppy crushes, older crushes and stuff. I was “in love” with my brother’s friend (he was like 5 years older than me lol, and I was like 9?He also told that he will marry me and stuff, but it was like when your dad/borther promises you the same; cute and childing memory). But I think when you couldn't confess before your pass out/move on/start date someone else, you would have a feeling as if something isoff/the story does not have an ending. I don't think that even if Akane were alive, it would have changed smth for Koko. I still believe that he’d move on sooner or later. But hey, it's only my opinion 🤷🏻‍♀️

I just truly want him to be happy and feel genuinely loved.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐬��𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭.

What a mystery it is — this emotion we call grief.

Shinichiro’s luck with women was always a comical one, never being able to snag a date, let alone have a girlfriend. He reached rock bottom as soon as he heard one of Manjiro’s childhood friends proclaim, “I’m Shinichiro’s future wife!”

“I’m too old for you,” He politely rejected, giving your head a gentle pat as a form of acknowledging your feelings. His heart ached at the fact that a girl was finally confessing her feelings for him but most likely under the guise of a childish crush. Something you would grow out of as soon as you matured enough. “You should give the other boys your age a chance. Manjiro and Keisuke have been fighting over who’s going to marry you.”

Shinichiro was amused at the way you violently shook your head at the prospect, quickly becoming defensive and pleading your case to him. “I may be young but I swear I’ll grow up into a beautiful lady. I can cook, I can clean, and I can take care of my siblings.”

He sighed, lighting up a nearby cigarette to help cope with the insanity he was suffering though at the moment. “Y/N, I don’t want a housewife. I want you to grow up and find the right person to fall in love with. I'll be just peachy seeing you fall for the right person.”

“Mama helps me out right now but she says I’m practically a mini adult.” You protested with your hands on your hips, glaring him down as he just shook his head at you.

“Sweetheart, you’re 13…” Shinichiro shudders at the realization of how old he's gotten. Another hit of his cigarette settles in his lungs, easing his racket of a mind. “I’m 23. There are so many things wrong with what you're asking of me.”

“In five years, I will be old enough to marry you. Wait for me until then, I know you’ll still be single!”

“Uh, ouch.” Shinichiro’s pride was bruised by how confidently you had rebuked his answer. He could sense a prick of annoyance begin to crawl up his spine. Your answer wasn't meant to be malicious in the slightest but it sure struck a nerve. “Y/N, you’re not thinking straight. You’ll get over this little crush in a couple years and it’ll be a silly little joke between us.”

“A joke? You think my feelings are joke…?” You said in a quiet voice as your heart fell to your stomach. The weight of the world was coming crashing down on your childish delusions. “I love you, I really do!”

“Oh come on, Y/N. Don’t get upset, I’m just being honest with you.” Shinichiro’s words come off more harsh than he intended, made apparent by the streams of fresh hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

“But… But! You promised… Shinichiro, you promised to marry me!”

Shinichiro’s gaze switched from the motorcycle to the blubbering mess who was turned away from him. Seeing your tears made him reconsider how harsh his words would have came off. His cigarette falls to the ground, embers burning out as he glanced over at you. “What the— Don’t cry, Y/N.”

Mikey trailed in as soon as he hears the sound of loud and pronounced wailing coming from the shop. He lazily glanced between you and Shinichiro as the lollipop in his mouth swished from side to side. “Bro, what’s wrong with Y/N?”

“I-I don’t know! She just started crying!”

“Shinichiro’s being mean! M-Mikey, your brother’s being mean to me!” You wailed, tugging on his shirt as he lightly shook you off.

Mikey grinned as he placed his arms behind his head, watching the chaos unfold before him. His mischievous eyes were still focused on his older brother’s distressed face. “This is why you’re never getting a girlfriend…”

Shinichiro groaned, shooing away Mikey as he attempted to settle down your incessant outburst of melodrama. “Y/N, look at me. Stop crying, yeah? I wanna tell you a secret, just between you and me.”

“W-What?” You sniffled.

“There’s my pretty little lady,” Shinichiro smiled, thumbing away the waterworks with his oil stained hands as he left some streaks of it on your face, not like you minded much. “No more tears, okay? When you’re older we’ll get married, yeah?”

You sniffled, wiping away the lingering droplets before staring up at him. “Promise?”

Shinichiro held up his pinky extending it out for you to reciprocate the action. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“I think the twenty rejections have gone to his head,” Wakasa interrupted, crunching down on the lollipop lingering in his mouth. He glanced between his friend and the young girl in front of him, scrutiny in his eyes. “He’s preying on middle schoolers now. Call the cops.”

“Shut up, Waka. You have no idea what we’re talking about!” Shinichiro immediately backtracked.

“Shinichiro, that’s sick.” Benkei shook his head at the ongoing conversation, gently pulling you away from Shinichiro’s arms before inspecting you for any sign of harm or injury. He gave Shinichiro the same judgmental glare as Waka before turning to glance at the girl right in front of him. “Did he hurt you, Y/N?”

Before a decent explanation could be made by you, it had appeared that you had run off to tell your friends the seemingly positive news. You shouted at the top of your lungs, “Emma! Shin said he would marry me.��

Takeomi walked in after you had sprinted past him through the shop’s back door, glaring down his captain with a menacing smile. “Am I high or did she say what I think she said? Better have a decent excuse, Shin.”

“Big bro’s farts stink like hell, Y/N." Mikey interjected, becoming amused with the way you always accepted Shinichiro's false promises without a second thought. "Oh, I bet he only said that so you would stop crying.”

Mikey had never received a more painful punch in his life, knocking him straight in the jaw as you ran back inside to tattle on your best friend. 

“Shinichiro! Manjiro’s being mean to me. He keeps saying you're not gonna marry me!”

Soon after, the unexpected news of Shinichiro's death crashed on your body like a bucket of ice water. You refused to eat, sleep was no longer a priority, school was no longer a necessity. A piece of you had died along with him, a piece that would leave a gaping hole in your heart, a piece of yourself that would never come back.

“Big bro would have wanted you to have it,” Mikey said quietly, onyx irises devoid of emotion. “Take care of it, okay?”

Shinichiro’s chain necklace, the one you always fiddled with as a child. The one you always loved hearing clink against his neck as he worked on a motorcycle. It was yours now. The necklace found a new home upon your neck, the frigid metal weighed heavy on your collarbones, it would serve as a constant reminder of the love you held for Shinichiro.

No one ever told you the difference between love and grief.

The visits to Shinichiro’s grave became less frequent though your feelings for him were still tucked away in the folds of your heart. Shinichiro Sano was once the iridescent sun and you were his precious little moon, orbiting his ethereal presence as if he were the only celestial body in existence.

“I’m in high school now, Shin. I wish you could see how much I’ve grown,” You sighed, hugging your knees to your chest as you spoke to the shining tombstone. “Bet you’d wish I was still begging for your attention.”

“Manjiro and Emma are doing well though we haven’t spoken in a while. The Black Dragons have changed, Shinichiro. More than when you were around. I wish you never left us…”

Inui Seishu was someone you would never would have expected to become friends with. He held the first-generation Black Dragons with high respect. You had previously spotted him hanging around S.S. Motors along with the other delinquents Shinichiro often housed. Kokonoi Hajime was someone who tested your patience with every breath he took, he loved to tease and get under your skin with a snaky remark. The two reminded you of a cat and dog duo, one who's constantly at the other’s throats.

“I made a new friend; I’m sure you remember him. His name is Inui, basically sees you as a god.” You chuckled, "He hangs out with Waka and Benkei sometimes. Oh, they're doing fine too..."

A shaky breath escapes your quivering lips, the childhood memories of the time you all spent together come flooding in like a tidal wave. “It’s time for me to grow up, Shinichiro. You said I needed to find the right person to fall in love with, right?”

Except you’re not sure how to do that nor how to even begin on that journey.

Your soft steps echoed the graveyard as a warm gust of breeze enveloped your body as if to reassure yourself that you were making the right choice. “This is goodbye, first love."

You peered up at the sunset, sparing it a gentle smile as you continued on your path. “Shinichiro, wherever you are, you’ll live in my heart forever. I’ll always remember that smile of yours… too bad it was your last.”

Koko can’t seem to remember when days started turning into weeks, into months, into years. When the fine lines of separation between Seishu and Akane began to blur into one person. It was fascinating how his grief had him groveling in a rut of searching for a glimmer of happiness. He never realized how low he had fallen until he kissed Inupi’s sleeping figure in the library’s silent corridors. He swore it was Akane who welcomed his anguished lips to lie upon hers. He swore it was her who was resting against the windowsill, basking in the comforting embrace of the sunshine pouring in through the glass.

What have I done?

His sleepy lids fluttered open, he glanced up at the evening sky, gentle streaks of golden light dance across the scattered clouds, hinting at the vibrant display yet to come. The air is calm, and the world seems to hold its breath, savoring the tranquil moment as day slowly gives way to night.

Kokonoi groggily reaches out to the figure next to him, his fingers brushing against the other person’s arm. “Akane?”

He was instead greeted by your teasing voice, a slight snippy tone as you get firm with him as he wakes up. “Good morning, Your Highness. It’s about time you woke up.”

“It’s not very good if you’re here,” He muttered as soon as he realized who exactly he was talking to. What a joke. “Were you watching me sleep? I knew you were a freaky girl, been telling Inupi since the day we met.”

“Remind me again why I even bother with you, Koko…” You snapped, shaking your head at the attempt to insult you. "I'm not the one who sent some cryptic ass text telling me to meet you here. You were the one I found asleep in the middle of the field."

He chuckled at the remark, sticking his tongue out just as he always did when being smug. “Lack of a brain, clearly.”

The summer air was thick with moisture, each breath feels heavy, laden with the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. The humidity wraps around everything, making the world seem slightly softened and hazy. Beads of sweat form quickly, tracing lazy paths down foreheads and necks, as the heat lingers even in the shade. The atmosphere is thick, almost tangible, carrying the distant hum of cicadas and the occasional rustle of leaves in the still, sultry air.

One question weighed on your mind, escaping your chest before you could think clearly. An inquiry that desperately needed an answer, no matter what kind of potential rift it would cause for either of you. “Koko, have you ever been in love?”

“Yes,” He paused for a moment, tilting his head and closing his eyes in deep concentration as he pondered on how to answer the question. “She was beautiful,” Kokonoi said, cutting through the momentary silence. “I wanted to marry her. Hell, I was going to marry her but—“

“Who’s Akane?”

Kokonoi realized you heard his muttering as he was asleep on the grass.

“Life never works out, does it?” A cold laugh escaped your lips, “I lost my first love too."

Kokonoi is aware of the fact you are an open person, he’s never witnessed the endless void in your eyes as you begin to relay the story of your lost lover. The empty shell you became as soon as the words began to depart your mouth. What a soulless sight.

It reminds him of himself. He hates it.

“We both promised we could marry once I was older. Now I’m beginning to realize how naïve I was to think it would work out.”

“Seishu told me about his older sister. She reminds me of Shinichiro, did you have a chance to confess to her?”

“That’s none of your damn business. Everything I do is for Akane," He admitted. “It’s the only way I can atone for the sins I carry.”

“Do you think that’s fair to Seishu?” You questioned, leading the conversation into dangerous territory. Kokonoi perked up at the drop of his friend's name, narrowing his scrutinizing gaze at you. It was like you knew which aggravating buttons to push with an expert hand, slowly setting the stage for an argument to brew and burst out. “Pushing him away because you believe that you deserve to suffer in his place. That’s a bit selfish, don’t you think?”

“What do you know? You’re just a stupid little girl who can’t get over the ghost of someone who’s never coming back!”

“You’re just a scared little boy who can’t face the fact that he deserves to make his own choices! Are you so far gone that you'll do anything for the sake of money?!” You fired back, frustration beginning to cloud your mind as the argument escalates further and further. “The Kanto Manji Gang is going to ruin you, Kokonoi."

“It’s my life, isn’t it? Quit acting like you own me." He griped, slapping away the finger you had jammed into his chest.

You scoffed, shooting him a pained glare as the knot in your throat tightened with each syllable that escaped your lips. Koko reflected so much of your grieving self that it was painful to stare at him straight on. “I’m not going to speak for Akane, but I know Shinichiro would hate me for using his memory as an excuse to make myself miserable! Let the dead rest, Hajime. It’s the least we can do for them to able to move on peacefully.”

Kokonoi has never received such an enraged response from you, nor has he ever witnessed you shedding tears over a fight. “Some days are more difficult than others, I understand that. I can function normally until the band aid over my heart is ripped off once again and I’m just a pathetic crying mess.”

Kokonoi can picture himself at home, destroying his belongings and wrecking his room in a fit of relentless rage.

“40 million... I'll make that money even if I die."

Kokonoi can picture himself receiving the phone call from his best friend, anguished sobs echoing across the line as he delivers the bone-chilling news he never wished to hear.

“Akane... She’s dead."

He can picture himself inside the hospital room, looming over Akane’s lifeless body. Bandages covering the unsightly burns across her body. Even in death, she was such a beautiful sight despite the injuries that consumed her entire being.

“I’m sorry, Akane! If only I had more money…”

Koko wishes he could be freed from the guilt of losing his best friend’s sister. Freed from the urge to chase at a fleeting shadow. Freed from the need to atone for his past self's shortcoming and unfulfilled promises.

“I walk into Mikey’s house sometimes expecting to run into Shinichiro,” You sighed, laying back in the grassy area of the ground. Kokonoi’s gaze traced your gentle features, admiring how well they reflected with the sunset’s glow on your skin. He can sense a subtle aura of longing radiating from your body “I always expect to see him waiting for me in the old bike shop.”

He can barely stop the suppressed confession from escaping his lips as soon as he blurted it out. “I kissed Inupi because I wanted to believe that it was Akane who was sitting there."

Surprisingly, you say nothing in response. Simply accepting it for what it is.

"I tried going out with Mikey for a while thinking he could make up for Shin. We both realized it wasn't healthy for either of us." You know he isn't seeking a response, instead someone who could find common ground. “Moving on doesn’t mean we’re leaving the people we love behind us. It means we have to live for ourselves, we get to choose our own paths, we write our own stories.”

You sighed, standing up and brushing away the debris lingering on your pants. The guilt of arguing with him earlier continued biting at your conscious, beckoning for you to reconcile with the boy. “It’s late, I should be heading home soon. I’m sorry for raising my voice at you, Hajime. I was trauma dumping, totally uncalled for.”

He nodded his head in response, choosing to acknowledge you passively rather than with words. Kokonoi could sense the iron-clad walls surrounding his heart beginning to cave in, threatening to tear apart his remaining composure. The years of pent-up grief was starting to bubble up and escape through the tattered seams of his soul.

Y/N has always treated me as friend even though I never considered her more than a nuisance.

Koko trembled, tears rolling thickly down his face, stinging his cracked lips. His hands twisted around each other as if he could press the worst of his feelings back into his skin. “Y-Y/N?” He croaked.

You immediately abandoned your thoughts, rushing to his side. “Koko? What is it? What’s wrong?” Your voice was sharp with concern as you scrutinized Koko any sign of something amiss.

Hesitating, Koko shook his head, his mouth opening and closing before opening again. His quivering voice could barely be heard from above a tiny whisper. “Could you just… hold me? Just for a minute?”

The request was bizarre but the anguished expression consuming his features sent your mind into overdrive. It was as if he would split into pieces if you weren't there to hold him together. He resembled a child crying out for their mother, desperate to be reassured that everything would be okay, he was safe, he was fine.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” You pulled Koko in, enveloping him in your arms, one hand cradling the back of his head and the other rubbing soothing circles into his back. You were quiet for a moment before you spoke, soft and gentle, “You know, it doesn’t have to be for just a minute. I’m here for as long as you need me.”

Koko is unable to understand how someone as compassionate as you can exist. Despite the constant banter you two have shared over the past year, you always treated him so well. He admires the way you’re ready to hand out your infinite kindness without expecting anything in return. He’s forgotten that there are people in this world who could care less about money or what he can offer to them.

There are people in this world who are the walking definition of a guardian angel. People who are there to listen and guide others when they've lost themselves, Koko stumbled upon that epiphany as soon as he became vulnerable with you. No expectations, no need to return the favor, it did not feel transactional to him like his other dealings.

“I’m not a good person. I don’t deserve comfort,” Koko mumbled into your shoulder. He was speaking more to himself than to you, finding a way to cope with the influx of manic chaos rushing through his veins. Your embrace was more than enough to calm his nerves though he cursed himself internally for allowing himself to be so weak in front of you.

The pure vulnerability of being able to indulge in another person’s care was something Koko thought he would never experience. Life served him the worst hand of cards, the only way to survive was to outsmart the system by creating his own.

“Regardless of whether you’re a good person or not, people don’t become better by treating themselves badly. And you don’t have to earn my kindness or ration it like it’ll run out. You already have it, as much as you’ll let me give you.”

You both stood like that for much longer than a minute.

"To be honest, I tolerate you better than most. You can be nice to have around, sometimes." He admitted, thinking you deserved some shred of his kindness in exchange for the temporary sanctuary you provided.

"I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, Koko. I should record that, say it again!" You rolled your eyes playfully, holding up your cellphone as if you actually wanted to follow through with your plans.

Koko rolled his eyes at the suggestion, choosing to stick his tongue out as a response. "Don't push your luck, Y/N. This won't happen again."

"Hajime... It's time for you to live your life the way you want to."

“I will," Koko affirmed. "Don't have to tell me twice."

Meanwhile, Inui sighed from the sidelines, making note of the way you avoided his gaze as if it would change how easy it was for him to read you. He noticed the sheepish smile on your face and the subtle rosy tint on your cheeks but decided to spare you the embarrassment of explaining as soon as you approached. "How did it go?"

You cleared your throat, a tiny grimacing smile soon replacing the bashful expression. "Better than expected. You should reach out to him before 2nd Gen Toman faces Kanto Manji, I would hate see either of you get hurt."

Inui shook his head, returning a pained smile "You've done enough, Y/N. Koko needs to figure out the rest on his own. Want me to walk you home?"

"Thanks, Seishu." You answered but continued to politely decline his offer. "But I have to catch up with someone in a bit. I'll see you around okay?"

"Right, get home safe then. Message as soon as you make it back."

Soon enough, the sight of a familiar tombstone comes into view, a pair of fresh incense sticks and a pack of his favorite cigarettes adorning the gravesite. Waka and Benkei must’ve paid a visit right before you arrived. "Hiya, Shin. Guess what? I think I found someone to fall in love with. He's rough around the edges in some ways but I can sense that he has a warm heart. Sure, he gets on my nerves and can be too cocky for his own good, but he has some redeeming qualities.”

A tiny grin dances across your lips as you fiddle with the hem of your sleeves. “You know, it may be too soon to call it love but we’re starting off as friends… that’s a nice start, right?”

It’s quiet, so painstakingly quiet that you swore you could hear Shinichiro’s voice being carried through the wind. The graveyard was desolate considering the late hour. Call it wishful thinking, a side effect of long term grief or pure and utter delusion but the words strike like a resonating chord in your heart.

'I’m proud of you, Y/N.'

The graveyard feels a little less lonely tonight.

[rozcdust]

Bitten - Fighting dog aftermath

Pairing: Bonten x Reader, Pet shop trio x reader

Genre: Angst

Trigger warnings: Gore, death, description of rot, OOC, body horror, maggots, suicide, depression

Kazutora, Baji and Chifuyu held hope.

They truly did, after all, you said you’ll be coming back in a day, maybe two, tops, so when you didn’t come back home the first night, they didn’t worry too much.

You’ll come back home the day after that.

Kazutora cleaned your room, changing the sheets and wiping off any dust that may have lingered, taking great care to put the few belongings you’ve accumulated over the month back into their place.

Chifuyu took to cooking and baking, he knew how much you enjoyed the food he prepared every time, even if you were used to fancy restaurants and food prepared by a private chef, you always scarfed down whatever meal he prepared like a starved wolf, but all he could do is laugh when you sheepishly apologised for your lack of manners.

He tried to ignore your remark that your boss kept you on a strict and well monitored meal plan.

If he thought about it too much, he just might find the fucker himself and kill him with his bare hands.

And Baji took to decorating, he had a good eye and plenty of patience to busy himself with colleague paper and pretty ribbons, making a banner in your favourite colours, taking care that each letter was perfect, each line precise, each and every word carefully crafted, having checked the spelling with both Chifuyu and Kazutora twice.

‘Welcome home’

It’s been months, and your room is still as clean as ever, an extra plate on the table always set, the banner carefully stored in a pretty box in a cupboard for your arrival.

You never came back home.

But they held hope.

Until they no longer could.

Until it was the anniversary of Shinichiro’s death, and Kazutora went to pay his respects, even if he felt unworthy of doing so, his therapist encouraged it, as did Baji and Chifuyu, so he went, a pack of cigarettes and a beer in his hands as an offering.

He didn’t get very far.

The plot next to the Sano family grave has been empty ever since Kazutora can remember, a blank headstone standing tall and proud and empty.*

It holds a name now, the grave recently washed, fresh bluebells and orchid flowers neatly places in each of the vases to the side of the headstone.

In his absent minded curiosity, Kazutora glances over the name etched on the stone.

It feels like he’s been shot.

Kazutora, Baji and Chifuyu hope no more.

It took Mochi and Kakucho both holding Ran back to not kill Kokonoi on the spot.

“Ran, he didn’t kill her! Calm down, this won’t solve shit!” Kakucho tried to not sound as desperate as he felt, but as Ran tried his best to wrestle out of his grasp, he couldn’t help it.

“LIKE HELL HE DIDN’T KILL HER! IF HE WASN’T SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT, SHE WOULDN’T DO THIS! SHE’D NEVER DO THIS!” Ran’s voice was a crescendo, a mangled cacophony of rage and sobs as he tried to get Kakucho and Mochi to let him go, to release him so he could strangle Kokonoi with his bare fucking hands.

Kokonoi merely stood there, pressed to the wall, staring down at the floor, a blank look on his face.

Sanzu and Rindou were in much of the same state, processing, or at least trying to, not understanding a thing and yet seeing it all too well.

“SHE WAS A KID! FUCK’S SAKE, SHE WAS BARELY 22! AND YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED HER!”

You’re dead.

You killed yourself, and now you’re gone forever, and they could have done nothing to stop it.

If Rindou could cry, he would.

But he can’t.

He doesn’t understand why- He saw you yesterday. He held you and your flesh was still warm and soft and you were smiling, admitting you missed him.

And Mikey?

Mikey sat in his office, stripping out of the filthy clothes, wiping off your blood off his face and hands, but the screaming was loud enough for him to hear every word perfectly.

His face was blank.

He told them you killed yourself.

Of course they wouldn’t believe just his word, well, the Haitanis wouldn’t, not without proof, but a security camera was conveniently set up on the roof.

No audio.

In just the perfect angle.

It clearly showed you screaming at Mikey, you screamed and you yelled and cried and then you hugged him goodbye killed yourself in his arms, who could ever blame him?

It was a suicide, plain and simple.

Ran and Rindou could never blame him, no one could, after all, he was the biggest victim of your little spectacle, he was the one the most harmed, he was the most hurt.

You set him up, you took out your heart, carefully prepared it for eating and forced him to take a bite.

Innocent.

Innocent, like graffitied eyes on a wall during a robbery gone wrong.

He was innocent, with your blood staining his face, and no will ever know.

He’s innocent, it was a blameless crime.

He’s innocent.

The water ran pink.

Kokonoi sits on your shared bed, staring into space, eyes and face dry as a bone.

He sees shadows at the corner of his eyes, feels like his lungs are full of river water and moss and he feels as rotten as meat left outside during summer heat and maybe in some other life he was a fox mangled on the side of the road and you were a soft girl who picked him up and saved him.

Maybe in some other life, the two of you would be happy.

He doesn’t know what he is even, not without you by his side, after all, you were such an intertwined part of his life, you were there for such a long time and now you’re rotting like the fox, mangled on the side of the road.

Who were you?

What was he?

How did you come to love him? Why did you love him? Why did he love you? Why was he still breathing? Where did his heartbeat go-

He presses his fingers to his neck, searching for a pulse.

He’s dead as well.

Why did he have such an affinity for loving dead things?

The sheets smell like you, but he still sees your corpse in his mind’s eye, eyes glazed over and a small smile on your face covered in blood and grey matter.

Mikey sits nearby, swinging his legs on the rooftop and refuses to look at you.

Kokonoi can’t close his eyes because he knows he’ll see Ran and Rindou screaming, knocking Kakucho away from you, Rindou’s fists pounding on Kakucho as Ran sobs, clutching your body, begging you to forgive them, hours after you’ve gone cold and rigour mortis already set in.

He couldn’t even approach, he didn’t deserve to.

He turned on his heel and left while Mikey finally opened his damn mouth to tell Sanzu and Kakucho to get rid of you.

You made yourself soft for Koko, and now you’re dead, and you looked fine just the day before, not happy but forgiving, with such a soft smile on your face that he thought he might have died.

He doesn’t even have photos of you. Not even any videos to remember you by, he has nothing left of you at all.

You have left all of your belongings in this flat, and yet all he has left is grief.

He stands up from the bed, legs shaky, to let water run into the bathtub.

Ran and Rindou don’t talk.

Ran spends the days in his bed, sheets filthy and smelling of sweat but he doesn’t have the energy to get up, doesn’t have the energy to move nor shower nor change his sheets.

He sleeps, your lighter clutched in his fist much like a child having a nightmare holds their plush toy and Ran refuses to wake up and he refuses to move.

He failed you.

He should have forced you to flee Tokyo, should have forced you to stay right in his arms where you were just a few days ago and never let you go to Kokonoi, to Mikey, never let you out of his sights again.

You were his precious little thing, his friend and the apple of his eye, a love he only held for Rindou and you, you meant something Ran couldn’t describe.

You are now nothing but a bloodless god in your tomb, and Ran’s love has run dry.

Rindou is God knows where.

Ran can only pray he’s not following your footsteps.

He wishes he had the energy to go and check, but he feels like a slab of meat on a butcher’s hook and he can’t move and does he still have a heartbeat and is he still breathing and he can’t breathe he can’t breathe does he still have a heartbeat is he still alive-

Ran grips your lighter until it’s etched into the skin of his palm.

Rindou is kneeling before you, an offering of your favourite food and a cup of bubble tea standing in front of him.

He’s grieving, grieving and grieving constantly and he grieves what you could have been and what you was and-

He can almost hear the sound of funeral bells and there is a bird chirping and-

So many ands.

Rindou curls up next to your grave and wishes he could hold you like he once used to, when the two of you were on a mission and came back exhausted without the strength to drive or call a cab and just crashed on the couch inside Ran’s office, covered in grime and gore and the two of you curled up into each other like a pair of kittens.

He still has that photo somewhere.

He wishes humans weren’t so fragile and that you weren’t born into a slaughterhouse.

He glances at your tombstone and closes his eyes, wishing to remember your face and your scent and your laugh forever.

He hopes you’re happy as nature devours you, bringing you back to rot, back to dust.

The steady trickle of alcohol down his throat is as familiar as the lines of his scars, darkness creeping into his room, ringing in his ears practically deafening and he can still hear his own damn thoughts so he opens another bottle and throws the cap of a pill bottle somewhere to the side and he drinks.

Sanzu hopes he’ll die tonight, and so he drinks and he bleeds and he prays to go back to that day in Kokonoi’s office.

How long ago was it? A month? Maybe two? It feels like years have passed.

He’s sure he has already died as a woman approached, standing just in front of him.

“I’m hallucinating, aren’t I?”

She smiles, shaking her head as her fingers softly rub the back of the body on the ground, passing through it, and Sanzu flinches.

It feels like knives and her fingers are cold and it’s as if she reached into his spine and is trying to rip it out.

His body.

“I think you overdosed.” She shrugged, as if it was the simplest explanation ever, pulling a stand of his hair out of the body’s face, “I’m not even really here, after all, I’m dead, Haruchiyo. Or maybe I am here, who could tell? It’s confusing.”

“I miss you.”

Her eyes flicker to his, an eyebrow raising in a familiar motion, her face sceptical.

It feels so familiar yet so foreign, as if her features are melting but coming back together when he blinks.

As if she is wrong.

He feels his brain sounding off alarms.

“Do you?”

He doesn’t even dare open his mouth.

“Come on, Haru, not time to cry yet. I only recently started rotting. I believe the maggots got to my eyes, but they’re not done quite yet.”

He flinches at the words, the tone, the melting smile on your face.

You look only a touch away.

He reaches for you, and his hands pass right through you.

He blinks.

You’re gone.

And you won’t come back this time

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a/n: surprise? idk broskis uni’s killing me 😭

[r3linx]

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╰┈➤ characters...•`K. HAJIME, H. RAN, H. RINDOU, K. IZANA´•.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ. 2; ᴘᴀʀᴛ. 1

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS...no one's perfect, neither them, so here's their issues in your loving relationship. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT...1,6k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... tw! disturbing content, gender neutral reader, obsession, manipulation, emotional dependence, overprotection, toxic relationship ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER...reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

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' ｗｏｒｓｈｉｐ '

‘they treat their love interest like a god, not caring how they are treated in return. they act like someone who, and actually might, owe their love interest their life. they don’t care if their love interest loves them back or not. these yanderes will kill for their love interest and hurt those who think badly of their love interest.’

with furrowed eyebrows, you watch the scene unfold in front of you. the realization hits you, eyes now wide with horror. you feel your heart drop, legs frozen in place as someone takes action.

“you little!..” she hissed, slowly touching the edge of her mouth with her fingertips, feeling the hot fluid. the girl still on the floor, slightly trembling from fear, stood in front of her him. frustrated expression sitting on his face, hajime gets hold down by another pair of arms, forcing his bloody fists behind his back.

“fucking bitch..” the always calming and charming voice of his, now filled with venom, eyes full of bitterness. “we’re not done with this, if i ever hear… her name from your filthy mouth..”

“okay.. that’s enough, kokonoi..” the classmate shushed him, hajime with the rest of his strength, pulled his arms out of the person's grasp. lips still in frown, glancing towards you and starts taking steps in your direction.

by now your legs have taken root, his whole standing in front of you, blood still dripping on his palms, he embraces you in a tight hug, which only just grows stronger and stronger, face leaned over in the safety of your neck, his black locks tickling it. hajime exhaled a shaky breath, pressing a sloppy kiss to your warm skin. you still stood in one place, arms let loose next to you, not returning his embrace but he couldn’t care less. he had to defend you, no one else stood up, someone had to stop those people who dare to trash his one. everyone but you deserve this kind of treatment, the thread has already snapped when your name rolled down from someone’s tongue in the company of a few nasty insinuations. in hajime’s world you were the light, it was his job to protect you from everyone else. there would be no line he would be afraid to cross when it comes to you. it creeped you out. the way he changes his mood by just mentioning you or seeing you pass on hallways made all of your hair on your back stand up. don’t get me wrong, you had nothing against it, his kindness towards you melted your heart. but this kindness only towards you, was the reason you tried avoid conversations with him or just purely being in his company. unfortunately for you, he was just like glue. so yeah… good luck in the future!

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇷​​🇦​​🇳​. 𓆩❤︎𓆪

'ｒｅｓｔｒａｉｎｔｓ'

‘they will directly lock up the love interest, tie up or even kidnap and drug their love interest to keep them around and compliant. restraints type yandere characters don’t tie up their love interest for reasons of domination/submission. rather, they want their love interest to never wander from their side. many will even tie their love interest to themselves.’

you fluttered your eyes open with agonizing pain spreading throughout your body, resting on the cold floor, forced in a sitting position. lights flickering in the place, your vision still fuzzy, a pair of black boots stepped into your sight. head banging while you felt something warm run down on your forehead, you tried to open your eyes more to at least get a glimpse of what’s happening.

you woke up fully when you realized that you’re struggling against those restrains tied around your wrists out of reflex. then you finally got to identify the person in front of you.

“you up, princess?” the smoothness of his voice sent goosebumps all over your body, almost in a bad way. you gulped deeply, mouth opened to form some kind of sentence but only shaky breaths could be heard. ran tilted his head in a questioning manner, grinning by now. “what? cat got your tongue?” a malicious snort fell from his lips. “okay.. since it’s that hard to guess… i might just give ya a little hint…”

the older haitani crouched down to your eyes level, his tone remained the same but something got added to his gaze with which he examined all your actions with full attention. “i was kind.. i was so.. kind… i tried not to resort to this, but you simply gave me no choice.” the taller male’s thumb grazed your features, you felt something smudge on your head, then he brought his digits back close to himself, smile faded when he saw your dark red and dried blood dirtying his hands. in the company of a scoff, he wiped it down on your ragged shirt, all this as he glared his eyes strongly on you.

your legs was the only limb he agreed free, instincts kicking in ready to raise to attack —unfortunately for you, he saw through your little thinking and your ankles got hold together by his grip— “you truly upset me, girl…” he raised up from his position, ran pushed his hips slightly forward, carefully placing his hands on his sides, watching over you with despise. “hope this lesson sticks in your head…”

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'’ｒｅｖｅｒｓｅ’ ｌｏｎｅｌｉｎｅｓｓ ｉｎｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ '

‘they can also provoke the love interest to be the one people don’t want to approach, rather than the other way around. they will be the ones responsible of the people around the love interest starting to fear or be disgusted by the love interest, spreading rumors or false evidence that make the love interest look horrible so no one else will want to be around them, not even family and friends, leaving the yandere to be the only person the love interest can rely on and feel accepted and loved by. by doing this, the people close to the love interest will eventually disappear from their lives by their own volition, and the only one around to show their “understanding” and “compassion” to the love interest will be the yandere, without anyone else getting in the way.’

“she’s here..”

“is that her?..” they’re loud.

“she’s the girl who—..” they’re too loud. you finally cover your ears up with your shaky hands, legs now in hurry towards the entrance. eyes fixated on the ground, sweat rushing down on your forehead.

“they’re at it again?” a voice questioned, mockery evident in their tone. you shot up you’re head, accidentally staring right into his piercing orbs. he didn’t break the eye contact, stood his ground. a half smile rolling up to his face.

you swallow deeply, failing to give answer and with slower steps this time, carrying-on the mourning on your way. his hand snaked up to your left shoulder, squeezing it firmly.

“you… why are you always here for me?.. " his mouth parted, eyes widened a little, clearing his throat before answering the question. “how come the gossips not scared you off?..” your tone fading down word by word.

“let’s not bother talking about that.. focus on me. me, the only one left for you..”

he didn’t have the control over you? oh he must have it over other people. since, who would want to hang out with someone like you? someone, who steals, who always spread bad things about other, who is allegedly two-faced? no one. no one but him. haitani rindou. yes, he is the only person remained in your orbit. the desperate clinging to others only scared them off even more. why bother trying?

there was no room for guilt and remorse, just focusing on the goal. they left. they finally left. and he succeeded, even with muddy hands in the end. you were the goal.

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' ｄｅｌｕｓｉｏｎ '

‘the shock trope delusion yandere will create a false happy life with their loved one in their mind despite the real absence of the love interest in it or bad conditions around them. they will imagine and truly believe that they are in a close relationship with their love interest, sometimes even in their ideal home and a family life of their own. the yandere would be the only character to believe in this fictional reality without knowing the real sad truth.’

“and what do you know about her?” a taller male questioned, while walking forward with slow steps.

“so much more than anyone else…” he answers, peeking out under his white locks.

“you say that she’s head over heels for you, does she even know y—”

“yes.” a simple grumble falls from his lips, fearing if he looks to the person next to him, his hand would not stop ‘till guy’s beat to pulp.

“you’re crazy..” a whisper hit izana’s ear, he rewarded it by picking up his pace, leaving his company behind, shocked. they didn’t know you. izana was the one, the only one who knew who you were deep down. -obviously, when he was your boyfriend. in fast steps, izana passed by you, shoulder lightly brushing against yours. he had to hold himself back from outright attack you with his embrace, instead, he sent a small smile in your direction.

‘you saw him again, who was he? he must know me..’ these thoughts filled your head once again, it’s been like this… for a while now. out from pure curiosity, your head snapped around, fingers snaking around his biceps, stopping izana in his steps.

his orchid eyes burned a hole into your arm, as he watched intensely your hold on his arm. then those cold eyes traveled up to your face, seeing your eyebrows furrow, the edge of his mouth twitched into a smirk.

“who… are you?”

“darling…” the words were muttered, his head slightly angled downwards even though his eyes stared into yours, without an ounce of hesitation to turn away. “your boyfriend… don’t you recognize me?…”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

[anisespice]

“ accidents happen ” || tokyo rev. pt.2

one synopsis: in which they discover you had their child and kept it from them all these years later.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ kaku, rin, koko ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, angst (if you squint really hard), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be errors lol and i think that’s it :))

notes: koko’s is short but FOR A GOOD REASON I SWEAR lol i'm just happy it finally got written after MONTHS of keeping yall waiting. thank you once more for your patience and eagerness to read, hope you enjoy! :)))))

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05, @neverlandlostchild , @darks-pet-shadow , @captaincyberqueen

Stumbling through the entry of his home with the help of the Haitani brothers, a drunk KAKUCHO groaned after they roughly tossed him onto his couch without an ounce of care, the youngest dusting off his hands and his counterpart adjusting his suit with a click of his tongue. “Can’t believe your light-weight ass let that idiot talk you into downing a whole bottle of bourbon.” 

Rindou scoffed. “I can’t believe we got stuck with taking him home.” 

Ran shrugged, heading for the kitchen. “Eh. Rather him than the walking pepto-bismol still passed out at the bar.” 

Kakucho gave another groan, lopsided with his face buried in the cushions. While his brother prepared a glass of water and pain pills, Rindou occupied himself by watching the wallowing man through a pitied lens. Shaking his head, he sighed, “Never seen him drink that much…Think something’s going on?�� 

“In our line of work, I can only imagine what isn’t stressing him out.” 

“Yeah but…look at ‘em,” he gestured. “It’s pathetic.” 

“I can hear you...” Kakucho eventually spoke, although muffled in the cushions. 

“I’m aware.” Rindou replied. 

Ran snorted, setting the glass on the coffee table and the bottle of meds right next to it. He then leaned down to turn the dead-weighted drunk over with a grunt, placing him on his side. “There. Don’t need you choking on your vomit,” he pointed at the table, “take those and drink that whole glass. Call Koko tomorrow if you aren’t dead.” 

Kakucho groaned once more, sluggishly reaching for the glass and nearly knocking it over. Rindou hissed as he quickly grabbed it before it tipped over. With an irritated huff he grabbed the front of the younger male’s button up, and hauled him up to face him forward. It was difficult to keep him still, and Ran wasn’t looking to help anytime soon as he smirked at the display. Rindou cursed him and everything under the moon until he finally managed to sit Kakucho upright long enough to put the glass in his hands, guiding it to his mouth. 

He grunted, annoyed, “Drink.” 

The dark-haired gangster stared longingly into the rippling water, cheeks flushed, lips pouted. His mind began to wander, his one good eye glazed over as he gently swayed to silence. Rindou impatiently tapped his foot, “The hell’s wrong with you, drink it already.” 

“Patience, otouto. He probably doesn’t remember how.” Ran mocked, earning a side-eye before Kakucho proved him wrong by gulping down the entire glass. Once finished, he let it slip from his hands, landing on the ground with a sharp clatter. Ran clicked his tongue again, “You were supposed to take a pill with that.” 

“Fuck the pill..” Kakucho muttered, slowly falling back down to his side and curling up as best as his long legs would allow. “Leave me alone..” 

Rindou turned on his heel. “Don’t have to tell me twice-” 

“Actually, now I wanna know. Someone like you doesn’t indulge our activities, let alone participate. So, what gives?” 

Abruptly stopping in his tracks, Rindou turned back to shoot his brother an incredulous look, shocked he would reopen the door that was closing. He was ignored as Ran leaned against the back of the couch wearing a sly grin, feeling particularly nosy all of the sudden. Having never witnessed this side of his superior, it piqued his curiosity. Kakucho didn’t respond, didn’t even move. Ran would’ve guessed he passed out if not for the occasional hiccup he heard.

Rindou sighed heavily, since they didn’t appear to be leaving any time soon, coming back to sit in a chair with crossed arms. Ran continued to push until he found the correct button. 

“Was it something that happened on the job? Mikey scold you for not restocking his snack cabinet? The dry cleaners not press your suits correctly–Let me know when I’m getting warmer.” 

“I said leave..me alone…” Kakucho slurred, “I wanna [hic] be alone…” 

Ran hummed, unphased. “Yeah, yeah, you’ve mentioned. C’mon, we got you home safely, I feel like we’ve earned an explanation on what made the pristine number three fly off the handle like this.”

No amount of teasing was going to break Kakucho. At least, not when he’s sober. The aforementioned lightweight always regulated how much he drank because of how decomposed he became, how sensitive he got. Despite his best efforts to remain under control, he was slowly losing his grasp of it the longer those two knuckleheads were in his home. He didn’t want to share what got him so worked up, it was nobody’s business but his own. Sadly, his resolve was fragile from the start, and all it took was a small gust of wind to have it come crumbling down…and Rindou’s input came barging in like a raging storm. 

“Bet it’s about [_____], isn’t it?” 

Kakucho’s eyes nearly burst from his skull, body moving before his brain could catch up as he practically shot up from the couch like a rocket and borderline tackled the lavender-haired man, knocking both him and the chair backward, landing with a harsh thud. The sudden movement caught the brothers off guard, Rin more than Ran for obvious reasons. Kakucho grabbed the younger Haitani by his collar and began shaking him roughly, a furious look upon his flushed face as he practically snarled in Rindou’s. “Don’t you ever say her name, you hear me?! I will slit your fucking throat, you sonofabitch–”

“Whoa, hey, take it easy,” Ran swiftly disengaged Kakucho, catching him in a headlock and stepping backward to separate them. But, if he thought it was going to be that easy, he had another thing coming. 

Kakucho elbowed Ran in his side. It did little damage, only making the older male clench his teeth and eat it, still trying to hold him back and calm him down. They shuffled around for a moment until Kakucho made move to bite into Ran’s forearm with all his might. Though the pain was dulled thanks to his jacket sleeve, it still shocked him enough to loosen his grip, leaving just enough wiggle room to escape his grasp and reel his arm back to throw a mean swing. However, due to him still being very much intoxicated, he missed him by a longshot when Ran just took a small side-step out of the way, sending Kaku to stumble and crash into a side table. Luckily the lamp was there to cushion some of the impact.

Rindou clutched his stretched-out collar, brows furrowed as watched the scene unfold from his position on the floor. “..the fuck was that?”  

The ravenette moaned on the floor, but not in pain from the fall. No doubt he’d feel in the morning, but all of his agony came from within at the mere utterance of your name. He laid there in the heaps of broken shards and began to weep, so deeply from his soul that it stunned both brothers to an awkward silence. His body trembled with each cry, mumbles of your name smothered in with the wails as they echoed through the empty house. They watched him for a moment before exchanging looks. Ran made a silent gesture to leave, but Rindou merely shook his head with another sigh. There was no way they could leave now, thanks to him…

Scrambling up to stand, Rindou gestured for his brother to handle one side while he came to the other. Together they were able to heave their superior off the floor, careful not to cut him or get cut from the scattered lamp pieces. He weakly fought against them, still blubbering like a newborn until he eventually gave up, most likely from exhaustion. They hauled him back to the couch again, only this time setting him down gentler than they did the first time. Kakucho’s face fell into his hands as he continued to sob, shoulders shaking as he poured hours' worth of pent-up emotion right onto the palms. Ran scratched the back of his neck, mildly perturbed. Rindou stood with his arms crossed, frown heavy. “See? Pathetic.” 

“Careful. He might attack you again.” Ran warned sarcastically, Kakucho rapidly shook his head in protest. 

“I-I won’t.. Forgive me, I don’t..I don’t know what came over me..” he said, meekly, ashamed. “I just..when you said her name, I remembered she…s-she..” 

Ran’s eyes widened a fraction, “What, she died?”

Kakucho shot him a tearful glare, sniffling as he firmly said, “No. Don’t say such a thing so casually.” 

He threw his hands up. “Hey, don’t blame me, ‘m not the one who suplexed a lamp because my ex’s name was dropped. Nearly ripped my poor, little Rin’s head off, too.” 

“Shuddup, man.” 

“I’m just saying that-”

“She had a baby.” Kakucho voiced, extinguishing the argument and stunning them yet into another silence. Rindou’s arms dropped to his sides whilst Ran’s brows raised to his hairline. “And...I’m almost certain it’s mine. No..I am certain.” 

His words hung heavily in the air. So much so, both brothers had to take a seat. Rindou stared at Kakucho while Ran stared at the wall, speechless. Until he eventually found the words. “Damn. Don’t know whether to say congrats or condolences. How’d you find that out?” 

Kakucho sighed, drying his face on his sleeve. “I had business in Kyoto to attend to earlier today. When I finished, I stopped by the cherry blossoms, where we...used to go together. That's when I saw her...further down the trail. She wasn’t alone.” 

The visual flooded his foggy mind like high beams, the sight of you wearing a beautiful dress he’d never seen before, glowing heavenly beneath the sun and fallen cherry blossoms. He felt as if he was standing in memory, as if he was in a reality where he was still yours. Kakucho remembered how his feet had a mind of their own, forcing him forward to get closer to you, to speak to you after all this time apart. But, his bubble bursts the second you crouched down with open arms, ready to embrace the child running back to you after attempting to catch falling petals. He froze. You scooped up the child with ease, showering the small boy in kisses to the point his squeals flowed happily in the soft breeze. Kakucho felt his chest tighten then twist, knees buckling the second he saw those bright, crimson eyes staring back at you…it was like seeing an image of his youth. He should've approach you right then and there, to demand answers, to demand explanation, anything to soothe this ache. 

But, he didn’t. 

He was afraid. Afraid of what you’d think, of what you’d say. You kept this from him for a reason, didn’t you? All these years, and he found out completely by happenstance. Had he not gone out there, would he have ever known? Would you have told him? Maybe you didn’t think he was fit to be a father, maybe you did this to keep the child safe. Maybe you no longer believed that he could keep either of you safe… 

It tore at him, from the inside out. No matter how he tried to ignore it, the ache grew into a throb, and the throb into a chasm that only the bottom of a bottle could satiate. And even then, all he could think was how much he failed.   

The brothers exchanged another look, having no idea the kind of demon their superior was dealing with. Despite not caring too much about it, they still felt bad. What man wouldn’t be devastated, especially given his background and how he grew up. Ran gave a low whistle. “That’s…rough.”

“Yeah. Wish you said that instead of trying to kill me.” 

Kakucho rubbed his face, embarrassed. “I apologize...truly.” 

“Tsk. Apologize to the lamp.” He shrugged it off, not holding a grudge over it. “You know, you can just reach out to her. Even if it’s to hear her say she wants nothing to do with you, that’s closure at least. Because this, what you’re doing now, is pathe-” 

“Pathetic, I know, I heard you the first damn time.” Kakucho pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling the effects of the alcohol start to simmer out, and a headache closing in. “I suppose.. you’re right. If she doesn’t want me in her life or his then…at least she’ll know I’ll always be here if she needs me.” 

Ran offered an approving nod, opening his mouth to say his two cents only for his phone to interrupt him. The specific ringtone made him close his eyes in immediate annoyance: Sanzu. Sighing heavily through his nose, he reached into his pocket and answered, “What-” 

“YOU BASTARDS JUST LEFT ME HERE?!”

RINDOU was used to the stares he’d get at the gym, but this was new for him. 

After completing another hundred reps on the bench press, during his cooldown he noticed his small audience gaping at him in awe from a nearby machine. The little boy gasped at being caught, ducking behind a weight twice his size before peeking over it, only to completely disappear when he saw Rin still looking his way. 

He huffed through his nose, amused. But, he elected to ignore it. No harm in letting the little guy get some inspiration for future gym goals. After a quick break, Rindou prepared for his next set, setting his water down and adjusting his headphones. Laying down on the bench, about to lift the bar off the rest, he noticed the little boy in his peripheral, peeking over the weight once more, large eyes wide with curiosity. He couldn’t help the small grin tugging on his lips, prideful to have such innocent admiration compared to the usual thirst from onlookers he was accustomed to. 

However, it made him wonder…whose kid was this? 

There wasn’t a children’s area in this particular gym, let alone many that were brought, so someone had to be looking for him, right?…and there’s no telling how long the little boy’s been following him. The parent must be worried.

But it wasn’t his problem. 

He was there to workout and leave, not worry about someone else’s ankle-bitter, no matter how adorable. 

Unfortunately, Rindou made the mistake of peeking back at the boy, seeing him trying to imitate his form with his little arms, face scrunched in concentration and tongue sticking out. He nearly dropped the weight on himself at the sight, losing his own concentration. Kissing his teeth, he set the bar back on the rest, snapping the little boy from his focus. Although Rindou’s brow was furrowed, he wasn’t too annoyed at the interruption, sitting up to finally address his new fan. 

“Oi. It’s impolite to stare.” 

The boy flinched slightly, then looked down at his shoes in embarrassment. “'m s-sorry, mister…” 

Rindou felt a pang in his chest. With an exhale, he stood from the bench and removed his headphones as he walked over to the kid. Crouching down to his level, he took note of how the boy struggled to meet his gaze, fidgeting with the bottom half of his shirt. “Hmph. Guess you can’t learn the correct form without watching someone else. You trynna build muscle, too, little man?” 

Like flipping a switch, the boy’s eyes lit up as he nodded his head excitedly, tiny fists pumped. “Yeah! Wanna have huge muscles! Get big and strong like the heroes on TV!” 

He raised a brow. “Yeah?” 

“Uh huh! But-But you’re bigger, mister! Like,” he extended his arms as wide as he could, “SUPER big.” 

He grinned, smug. He liked this kid. “Damn right. But, you know, in order for me to stay this big and strong, I have to focus on my workout. And I can't really do that with you watching me like a hawk."

The little boy's mouth formed an 'o' before he covered it with his hands, sheepish as he looked at him with guilt, "Uh oh.."

Rindou shrugged, "t's fine, I ain't mad," creeped out, but he doesn't mention that. He looked around for a second, trying to see if there were any indication of someone appearing frantic or distraught. When he came up with nothing, he sighed, "How about this: Lemme finish my last set, and then you and I find your dad or something. Deal?"

The boy lit up once more, "C-Can I help?"

Rindou raised a brow, "Help, huh?" The boy nodded, eyes big and bright, and hopeful, and dammit. How can he say no to that face? He kissed his teeth, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, sure. You can...help keep count, I guess. How high can you count?"

"To a million!"

With a snort, Rindou merely shook his head, standing back to his full height to walk back to the bench with the ankle biter hot on his tail. How he ended up on babysitting duty was beyond him. But could be worse.

One set and a struggle to count past the number 30 later, Rindou held the boy's hand, who he eventually discovered was named Rintaro, as they scoped out the gym high and low to find his father. No matter how many men he pointed to, Rintaro claimed none of them.

Rindou was starting to grow frustrated.

There were still some workouts he hadn't gotten to yet, and this was eating up time. The younger Haitani had half a mind to just drop the kid off at the help desk, but every time it crosses his mind, he makes the mistake again of making eye contact with the boy and his big ole eyes. He looked happy to just be holding his hand, as if Rindou held up the moon and stars. It was...a little off-putting he won’t lie, but adorable, nonetheless. He couldn't just abandon him, even if he wanted to.

He sighed, “Seriously, kid, did your old man drop you here and leave? We should’ve found him by now…”

The boy blinked up at him, confused. “What old man?”

“No, not an old man, I mean your dad—Look, where was the last place you saw him before you wandered off?”

“Oh. I don’t have a dad.”

Rindou stopped. Then, with a swiftness he scooped up Rintaro by his underarms and held him at eye level, glaring at him with a twitching brow. “What.”

The boy sheepishly grinned. “I'm here with my mommy...”

“You mean to tell me we’ve been walking in circles for almost ten minutes, and you were just not gonna share that? Why didn’t you say something??”

“Because…” he fiddled with his fingers, looking down. “I like being with you…it’s fun…”

Well, shit.

Just like that, the anger evaporated. Rindou kissed his teeth, setting the boy back on the ground, crouching down to his level. Then, ruffling his hair, he said, “Alright, little man, no more games. Your ma’s probably worried to death about you. You said you're wanting to get strong to protect her, right?”

Rintaro nodded. Rindou continued, “Well you can’t protect her if you keep leaving her by herself, especially with all these meatheads around. You gotta stick by her, watch her back. And promise you won’t do this again. Okay?”

He nodded again, “Okay…”

“Okay, and?”

“And I promise…”

Rintaro sniffled, wiping his eyes with his fists. Rindou felt another pang in his chest, his intent not to make the kid cry. It’s not like it was his job to discipline him…

He ruffled the boy’s hair again, leaning downward so he could see his face. “Oi. No waterworks. Besides, you gotta be good so she'll bring ya back. You can't count for shit, but.. wouldn't mind having a spotter. What d'you say? You up for it?”

Like flipping a switch, Rintaro’s head perked up at the indication of not only getting to see him again but being a part of his routine. He nodded so hard, Rindou feared he’d give himself whiplash. Though, there was no hiding his grin. Yeah, he liked this kid. Reminded him of himself when he was that age…come to think of it…he looks sorta similar, too—

“Rinta!” Came a voice from afar, stressed and full of emotion.

“Mommy!” He answered, smile widening upon seeing you approach, arms extended out as he ran over to you. When Rindou stood to face the direction where the boy ran to, it felt like his world turned to slow motion, eyes narrowing in on the aforementioned mother—His ex.

He froze like a deer in headlights, shoulders tensed to where he could feel a cramp setting in. There was no way he was seeing this…no absolute shot in hell that you were here before him, hugging and kissing the kid he spent half an hour with, who allegedly didn’t have a dad, who just called you—“Mommy?”

At the sound of Rintaro’s confusion, it was then Rindou snapped from his daze and realized you had noticed him standing there, the two of you locking eyes; you looked equally horrified. And you were probably thinking the same thing he was.

Out of all the people…why’d it have to be you?

“I’m sorry, but this store is for grown ups with real money. I’m afraid I cannot accept this, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” 

The little girl pouted angrily up at the woman, arms crossed in displeasure. How dare she say such a thing about her piggy bank, she didn’t even bother to count how much was inside. That was a months' worth of good behavior at school, a couple tooth fairy visits, and some Monopoly money, and she worked hard to get it.

“Look you hag. ’m not leavin’ til you hand over the necklace with the shinies and sparklies on it for my mama’s birfday. So, cough it up!”

The woman appeared revolted by such lack of decorum, hand over heart as she gaped down at the little girl, face reddening with anger. She waggled a finger, lip upturned as she scolded the child, threatening to have her escorted out by security, only for it to be shut down by the sound of the little girl blowing raspberries up at her. The woman gave a dramatic gasp, horrified at such bratty behavior. However, before she could even reach for the phone to dial the number for the security office, an unexpected guest decided to step in.

"Belinda, are you being bested by a child?"

The woman nearly jumped out of her skin, full body turning towards the source to come face to face with one of the store's top investors, KOKONOI Hajime. Her skin grew pale in an instant, loss for words as she struggled to explain the embarrassing display he just walked in on. The little girl paused her taunting to gape up at the beautiful, shiny man before her, thinking a prince just popped right off a cover of a fairytale book. Draped in a stylish red kimono, with various jewels hanging off him like ornaments that twinkle beneath the warm lighting of the store, it's a wonder how he even made a place like this feel cheap. But what really caught her attention was his snow-white hair. It looked so silky, just begging to be braided and decorated with various bobs and barrettes. Maybe even some stickers–

"K-Kokonoi-san!" The woman exclaimed, startling the girl out of her daydream. Bowing deeply, forehead nearly touching her own knees, she disappeared behind the counter. Blinking widely at the perceived magic trick, the little girl craned her neck to see where she went, only to be disappointed that she didn’t actually disappear. "I-I wasn't informed you would be dropping in, s-sir. Please, excuse my rudeness."

"I was in the area," his gaze locked on the fetus at his shins. He points down at her. "Who is this?"

"I'm..not sure, sir. She's been causing a disturbance. Making a scene, demanding I let her purchase one of our display items with...board game currency."

The girl stomped around the corner to point at the still bowing woman. "I gave you money, now gimme the shiny! Those are the rules!"

Belinda peered up a little to squint at her, sneering as she spoke, "For the last time, you little miscreant, that money isn't real."

"It is, too! It's green! Money is green, you dumb hag!"

"You-!"

Kokonoi grinned, amused, "She has a point. Money is green, Belinda."

Said clerk shot up and eyed the white-haired man, flabbergasted. "S-Sir! You can't really be encouraging this obscenity, I mean, honestly! My job is to make sure nonsense like this is handled, and this little girl is disrupting the peace of this store."

"Mm. You getting worked up over some kid won’t resolve anything."

Belinda flushed a bright red of embarrassment once more. "Y-Yes. Yes, of course. My apologies." She bowed again.

Koko merely rolled his eyes, gesturing to the phone. “Just get security on the line. Someone’s gotta be looking for her by now.”

"No! 'm not leaving until you gimme mommy's birfday present!"

Kokonoi hummed, tilting his head in a teasing manner. "Too bad. That necklace isn't for sale. And it won’t be for a long time. Why don’t you start smaller, huh? Draw your mommy a picture or something."

She angrily pouted, pointing at her piggy bank on the counter. “I held Hammy all the way here, and his tummy’s full! Mommy says when his tummy’s full, I can buy whatever I want. And I. Want. That. Necklace.”

Koko’s brow twitched, leaning down to look her right in the eye as he grumbled. “Look, you little brat. I already told ya, it ain’t for sale. Now, be a good girl, and wait quietly until security comes to get you.”

The girl met his stare with a challenging one. This means war.

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𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲

★ You found out you were pregnant, but were afraid to tell them, but they ended up finding out

★ H e a d c a n o n s !

★ 𝑭𝒕. Manjiro Sano, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kakucho Hitto, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Kokonoi Hajime and Takeomi Akashi

tw: unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, bad words, abandonment, a little angst but a lot of fluff

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Manjiro began to notice the change in your behavior, having the impression that you were hiding something, he knew, at that point he was almost sure that you were expecting his baby.

"Don't lie to me..." He held you, making you completely vulnerable, tears came down his face, Manjiro was really scaring you.

"M-manjiro, stop, please..." You just closed your eyes, expecting the worst and fearing for your son's life, but, unexpectedly, Manjiro let you go, giving you a hug full of affection, you remained silent, watching him place his hand on your belly.

"A-are you... pregnant?" Your heart beat faster, a feeling of despair took over you, but it was too late. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry but, it's true, I-I'm expecting your baby." Silence took over the room, being broken by Manjiro's inconsolable crying.

"Thanks." He said through tears. "Please take our baby away from me, I don't want to hurt you..." That was the last thing you heard from Manjiro before he told you to leave.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

You tried to hide all the symptoms so that Haruchiyo wouldn't notice, until the day you were having dinner together and you felt sick, as soon as you got up and went to the bathroom because of nausea, at that moment he already knew that you were pregnant.

"Love? are you ok?" He walked into the bathroom, seeing you sitting on the floor crying.

"Be honest with me... You're pregnant, aren't you?" Haruchiyo said as he helped you get up, your crying only intensified at that moment, confirming Sanzu's question, he remained silent, looking at you and stroking your face, it was definitely not the reaction you expected from him.

"Were you scared to tell me? I-I'm so sorry." Sanzu hugged you, then he walked away and at that moment you expected the worst possible reaction.

"I'm really angry that you're making your mother sick, we have to take care of her together, do you hear your father?" He said hugging and placing a small kiss on your belly, giving a smile of relief from you, later getting up and giving you a long kiss.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

Kakucho was always very attentive to you, for that reason, it didn't take long for him to suspect that you were pregnant, his doubts were only confirmed the day you ended up in the hospital because of a faint.

As soon as he found out about your hospitalization, he went to visit you, but as soon as he arrived in the room you were in, he saw you doing an ultrasound and listening to your baby's heart, as soon as you noticed his presence, your heart accelerated, Kakucho was standing at that door crying with a smile on his face, he went into denial for a moment, his emotion upon hearing your baby was so great that he couldn't even contain himself.

"Y-you're really pregnant, our baby is so small, so fragile... We're going to have a baby, I can't believe it!" He approached you, holding your hand and telling you through tears, he was shaking and couldn't even look away from the image of the baby.

"That was the best gift you could have given me, thank you darling! Now you're no longer the only love of my life." He kissed your hand, his reaction left you completely in love, you were sure at that moment that despite everything, you chose the right father for your baby.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Rindou and you were in the room listening to some songs together when you started to feel sick, as much as you were trying to hide your pregnancy, Rindou had already noticed at that moment.

"Shit, aren't you going to tell me you got pregnant?" He said in a serious tone, looking directly at you, you looked at him scared, but you would have to tell the truth. "I'm sorry Rin..." You just confirmed his question, Rindou was completely shaken by the news and you could only hope for the worst.

"I'm not going to be a good father..." He said in a low tone, shaking his head in denial and trying to hide how disappointed he was. "I'm sure you'll be a great father, Rin." Everything suddenly became silent, almost as if time had stopped, Rindou hugged you, then placed his hand on your belly and caressed you with a smile on his face.

"I'll do my best for you, you and this little one boy... Or little one girl! Ran will love knowing he's going to be an uncle."

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Ran You definitely won't find out about your pregnancy that easily, but as soon as he saw you feeling sick in front of him, something in his intuition made him realize your pregnancy.

Holding your hair as you finished throwing up, he couldn't help but ask you.

"You are pregnant?" He asked the question with a worried expression, seeing you feeling sick and thinking about the fact that you were carrying that weight alone made him completely sensitive, fearing for Ran's reaction, you just nodded your head.

"You should have told me earlier!" He shouted at you, making you even more scared.

"Forgive me... I didn't mean to yell at you." Ran hugged you, being careful in his embrace, he was already getting used to the presence of your baby, knowing that he would have to change his behavior for you.

"...My angel, my girlfriend and future wife, you made me a complete man!" He said, still hugging you, Ran proposed to you at that same moment and promised himself that regardless of anything, he would be the best father your baby could have. "Rindou is going to spoil this child so much..." Ran said with a smile on his face.

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

Kokonoi had already made it very clear previously that he did not intend to have children, hiding the pregnancy from him would definitely not be a good idea as it didn't take him long to realize it.

"Do you have something to tell me?" He would ask you, already knowing the answer, Kokonoi didn't want to believe that that had happened.

"N-no." You said, trying to deny the obvious, but he interrupted you.

"You are pregnant." Koko stated, taking a long sigh and shaking his head in denial, you expected the worst possible reaction, but the tallest just burst into tears, soon going to hug you.

"I would never, ever deny our baby, I love you and I will love this baby, in fact, I already love him... or she? I don't know!" He said, or at least tried to say in the midst of so much emotion, he hugged you tightly, you just felt how much he was shaking, Koko was scared and just feared he wouldn't be a good father to your son. "I will take care of you, I will protect you! You are my most precious one, you and our baby."

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

Takeomi already knew about your pregnancy, he paid close attention to your behavior and it didn't take long to notice the changes.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Where were you thinking when you chose to hide your pregnancy from me?" Takeomi said placing you against the wall and holding your face aggressively, at that moment you could only cry, fearing for your baby's life.

"You were just another slut, you should have thought about that before showing up pregnant." He said, releasing you, despite all that violence, Takeomi was honestly moved by the fact that you were expecting his baby.

"... I'm so sorry." Takeomi looked at you, helping you sit down and sitting in front of you.

"I won't be able to move on with my life knowing that I left a child behind, so I will take care of you and these children, but know that I'm not happy at all with this mistake I made." He got up and left.

[darlingbabyboo]

Hey, I'm new to your page but can request some Tokyo revengers comfort headcanons not with character x reader but just with the characters in general . ❤❤❤❤ thank you !!!

It's Okay...

Note: sorry, I didn't know if this is what you wanted, but I hope that you're okay with this! Also, there are some things that allude to a female reader, or some mentions of a menstrual cycle, but otherwise pretty gender neutral.

The absolute best at comforting you, like they always make you feel good. It does not matter what the situation is. Your stomach hurts, they stocked up with chocolate, heating pads, and are on their way to get whatever drink you need. You feel a little under the weather, sit down, he's got your back, and don't let him see you move even a little bit. He's doing your hair routine with you to comfort you, painting your nails, anything he can do to turn your frown upside down. he can't stand to his baby down, and he will do anything he can. When you want someone at your side, they doing everything they can. You can rely on him.

-- Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Inui, Peh, Akkun, Takuya, Shinichiro, Kakucho, Draken, Hina, Yuzuha, Emma, Naoto, Takemichi, Angry, Pah, Hakkai, Yamagishi, Arashi, Rindo (he the better brother, I ain't hearing it)

Not the best at this whole comforting thing but the minute he sees you start to tear up he will do the best he can. He doesn't get why you're crying, but he knows that he doesn't like it. The things can vary (and they sure do vary). This can go from buying you some new clothes, throwing heaps of money at you (cough cough Koko), surprising you with some homemade fireworks that are not at all safe (cough cough Hanma), yeah, sure, not everything is the best for you, but you know that they're trying. Hopefully their attempts can bring a smile to your face :)

-- Hanma, Koko, Senju, Sanzu, Takeomi (toxic siblings for life amirite), Taiju, Makoto, Baji, Kazutora, Mochi, Ran, Shion, Kisaki

The Who Am I Jumping Squad? Baby, I know you're sad, so who should I be coming after. He sees you start sniffling and he decides he's not gonna let that slide. Your teacher gave you a bad grade, yeah, I'll get them fired for you. If not fired, they disappearing somehow. Some rival gang decides to mess with you. He'll fucking destroy them. How dare they have the nerve to try to hurt you. When he's done (and probably covered in blood tbh), he'll do his best to comfort you. How does cuddling and a nice hot drink sound?

-- Wakasa, Angry, Izana, Bonten! Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Shion, South, Kisaki, Baji, Sanzu, Mochi, Taiju

[kokonoooi]

》》LOUIS VUITTON HER HUSBAND - hajime kokonoi x black!fem reader

★ ―table of contents

I. paper money.. [☆]

II. like a jellyfish..

III. drag me under..

IV. time not to be wasted..

V. louis vuitton her husband..

➛ syn: kokonoi x black!stripper! reader. the haitanis are sent out of the country on an assignment for mikey, leaving kokonoi in charge of their most popular strip club where a mysterious new dancer has just been hired..

inspired by ➛ this.

➛overall warnings: language, mentions of nudity, mentions of illegal activities, explicit sexual content. more tbd. minors/blank/ageless dni.

➛chapter warning(s): language, mentions of female nudity. not much happens this chapter (it's only the intro🤭)

➛wc: 2.4k

This was definitely something Kokonoi wasn’t used to…

He’d much rather be back at Bonten’s headquarters, squared away at his desk with his laptop and a steaming cup of coffee or tea, but no–

Mikey had sent Ran and Rindou out of Japan on what he called ‘essential international business’, and who did the brothers decide to leave in charge of their beloved strip club?

Why, him, of course.

Not that Koko wasn’t a good fit for the job — no, quite the contrary. Having graduated from one of Tokyo’s most prestigious business schools (paid for with blood money from Bonten, of course), he was the most logical and obvious choice to oversee the affairs of the club while the Haitanis were away.

So that’s what brought the white-haired man here tonight. It would be his first night managing the club, making sure all the dancers were taken care of and that no drama was occurring. 

If there was drama, then there was bullshit; if there was bullshit, then money wasn’t being made.

And that’s one thing that Kokonoi would not let happen under any circumstances.

“Good evening, sir. Please, go right this way to the office. You can get set up there before the first set of the night.” The doorman spoke to Koko, who in turn nodded without a word as he was led to the ornate elevator that would take him to the top floor of the club.

The top floor was where the Haitanis’ offices were located, but Koko would have his own office during his stint as club manager.

“I can take it from here, thanks.” He spoke to the doorman, who immediately bowed and left the room, going back towards the elevator and the lower level of the club to resume his duties.

The entire office was decorated ornately with black leather furniture, polished black marble tables, and various live plants tucked into each corner of the room. A full bar sat against one wall, stocked with numerous bottles of alcohol, water, tea, and soda.

‘I’ll be partaking in that a bit later,’ Koko chuckled to himself as he situated himself behind the large oak desk and took out his laptop. A small remote sat atop the desk, which he assumed controlled the large TV monitor in front of him.

Upon pressing the large red button at the top, the screen flicked on and he was presented with a view of the entire club.

“Convenient.” 

With the press of a few buttons, he had already learned how to zoom, pan, enlarge, and minimize each screen. 

Kokonoi continued playing with the buttons on the remote until a particular sight caught his eye:

The hallway outside the strippers’ dressing room.

Squinting his almond-shaped eyes, Koko pressed the button to zoom in to a still-shot of one of the dancers leaving the room and making her way out into the hallway.

He’d been to every one of the Haitanis’ club several times over, watched many women dance on stage and thrown money on them, but he would for sure have remembered a body shaped like yours.

You were dressed in a black, hip-length trenchcoat with the ties dragging behind you on the floor. He could see just a sliver of the diamond-encrusted thong you were wearing, the sparkly gems highlighting the curves of your voluptuous behind.

“Goddamn.”

The word left his slightly parted lips before he could think about it.

Not only did you have the roundest, juiciest ass he’d ever seen (and he’d seen a LOT of asses), the swagger in your walk let him know that you meant business.

And he couldn't be more correct.

As these titillating thoughts traveled through his mind, the bleached-haired male had failed to realize that your form was no longer visible on the camera. 

The loud thump of heavy bass music shook the bottom floor of the club, and the DJ’s voice came over the loudspeakers, introducing one of the club’s newest acts:

Diamond.

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  ‘Ask around about her

  She don’t get emotional

   Kill off all her feelings

      That’s why she ain’t approachable’

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A Few Moments Earlier…

Seated at your vanity halfway towards the back of the large dressing room (that was really more like a miniature luxury hotel suite), you calmly brushed your hair while two dancers argued back and forth over - who really knew? 

Oh, one girl was claiming that the other had stolen her money and now she wanted to fight. Titties hanging out and all, she continued getting all up in the girl’s face, pointing her long nail right between the girl’s eyes.

“Diamond, you always act all nonchalant ‘bout everythang. You know that hoe wrong as fuck for that!” Another dancer instigated, trying to get you involved in the mess unfolding before you.

What other way was there for you to act? You were here for one reason and one reason only:

To get paid.

When the Haitanis hired you, they made it crystal clear what your purpose here was: to look good, raise dicks, and make them money. Some of the girls just thought that you were a little too good at what you did.

So good, that many of them accused you of fucking the Haitanis on the side for extra money.

Like a duck with water, you just let their comments roll off your back. You were doing what you had to do to survive, so you didn’t care if you made friends here. Most of these bitches were two-timing and fake as hell anyway.

You didn’t respond to the random girl’s comment, only slipped your arms through the sleeves of your coat and stood from your chair. Your set was to start in a few minutes, so you had no time to waste on their frivolous argument.

“That ain’t got shit to do with me.”

The click of your heels on the cold, marble floor echoed in the room as everyone suddenly got quiet. You always elicited that type of response whenever you spoke, because you hardly did.

A goal was set in your mind when you applied to work at this club, and you’d do everything in your power to achieve it.

The two girls that were arguing (or the one girl who was arguing by herself) moved out of your way so you could leave the dressing room, surprised expressions on their faces. Clearly they were used to the attention that petty drama would bring, but you really couldn’t care less what they did.

As you approached the stage, bright, white spotlights flickered on, following you up to the pole.

“Now introducing the newest addition to our late-night, grown and sexy set - Diamond!”

Cheers erupted around the floor as the music started. You took hold of the pole with one hand, slowly walking around it, sliding your black-gloved hands up its smooth, slippery surface.

Wrapping one leg around it, your swung your body around, and using one hand you continued to twist around until you had climbed to the very top of the pole. 

The diamonds in your black cateye mask glittered under the lights. Gripping the pole with both hands, you threw your head back, your long black ponytail falling beneath you like a tail as you spread your legs into a ‘V’ shape and slowly lowered yourself to the floor.

Your brown eyes scanned the crowd as you dropped to your knees, crawling across the floor where bills had already begun to scatter. The faces of the usual club patrons stared back at you, their eyes full of unbridled lust as they ached for you to get close enough for them to stuff dollars into your thong.

Smiling slyly, you wagged your gloved finger at them before strutting back to the pole, letting your trench coat drop onto the floor to reveal your black thong bikini, a strip of diamonds embedded into the crack of your ass.

Bending over to touch your toes, your hair swished against the floor before you grabbed the bottom of the pole, swinging your legs up and twisting your body around. Your breasts lay against your chest beautifully, brown nipples covered by black heart-shaped pasties with diamond tassels hanging from them.

____________

‘Okay ‘lil mama had a swag like mine,

      She even wear her hair down her back like mine..’

____________

“Thank you.”

Kokonoi nodded at the bottle girl that brought over an ice-filled bucket with his choice of champagne. On nights like this after a particularly long meeting with Bonten’s investors, he’d opt for a few shots of hard liquor, but tonight he wanted to stay sober for this particular act.

There she was, the girl from the security cam footage right in front of him. 

You were even more beautiful in person, the way the lights highlighted your silky-looking brown skin, making the white diamonds contrast so perfectly against the melanated tone.

Koko pushed a handful of his platinum-white hair behind his shoulder, the black ink of the Bonten tattoo imprinted on his scalp standing out against the bleached strands.

He idly swirled his glass of champagne around, the stem clutched between two long and scrawny fingers as he observed the woman dancing on stage.

Finally, he dipped a ring-covered pinky between his lower lip and bottom row of teeth, slipping the 24-karat white gold and diamond-encrusted grill out of his mouth and setting it on a napkin imprinted with the Haitanis’ club logo. 

He took a long sip of his champagne, dark brown eyes travelling over every inch of your figure as your body swayed seductively to the music, your best assets out on display right in front of him.

As if you were dancing just for him.

Reaching into the pocket of his black tailored suit jacket, he produced a wad of crisp bills and used his fingers to peel a couple off.

The stage was slowly becoming covered in currency notes - most of them Japanese yen, but many were also American dollars, since many girls that were hired here came from the States.

Ran Haitani had an eye for exotic-looking women; the club was filled with girls from many different ethnic backgrounds, a rainbow of colors to fit anyone’s preferences.

Kokonoi finished off the last splash of champagne in his glass and leaned forward, tossing the bills onto the stage in front of him. His deep-slanted eyes studied you hard, attempting to catch your attention so you’d come over to him.

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On stage, you could feel a domineering presence over you as you ground your body against the pole and over the floor, rolling over the steadily growing pile of money that would be all yours once you finished.

Your right palm began to itch with the urge to count the money, but you still had a few moments left in the song.

The feeling of being watched followed you around the stage, eyes that you hadn’t yet seen raking over your body and drinking in every dip and curve of your exposed form.

Feelings of shame and vulnerability had long left you since you began dancing - now you reveled in the attention that you received from the club patrons.

Out of the corner of your eye, a blot of white moved towards you and before you knew it, a man with long, snow-colored hair was tossing money onto your stage.

He was dressed in a very expensive designer suit, tailored to perfection with diamond cufflinks set at his wrists. His hair fell around his shoulders and down his back like a pristine cape of glittering pale silk.

He was, dare you say it, ethereal. The most attractive man you’d ever seen, and the Haitanis weren’t nothing to sneeze at themselves.

This man, though, his aura exuded something more mature and sophisticated than the playful brothers that you’d come to know as your bosses.

You naturally gravitated towards him, crawling on your knees like a cat on the prowl. 

His table was situated right at the end of your stage - if you leaned your head down, you’d be face to face with the mysterious man.

Big brown eyes peered out of the eyeholes of your mask as he reclined back in his seat, a confident smirk set across his handsomely effeminate features. 

Long, black eyelashes laid across half-lidded almond-shaped brown eyes. A diamond-shaped jawline extended into the smooth curve of his neck, his light-colored skin paled against the dark fabric of his suit.

He had to be someone of great importance, because only valued patrons (those with the most money) and Bonten’s executives could sit that close to the stage.

And that’s when you saw it - the unmistakable tattoo of the criminal organization, the same one that belonged to your employers, tattooed right against the man’s temple.

As your song ended, bouncers rushed onto the stage with black bags to gather the money that had accrued during your set. You carefully backed away on your knees before you stood up and gathered your black coat, shooting one last glance towards the man before you exited the stage.

Leaving a sea of paper money in your wake.

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‘Give it up for Diamond everybody!’

The DJ’s voice sounded far away to Koko as he exited the club floor. More loud applause erupted for the woman, whom he saw leave the stage and disappear into the back hallway where the locker rooms were.

He was going to catch you before you could leave.

A pathway was made so the Bonten executive could maneuver his way back to the elevators that would take him to any level of the club that he desired.

An elevator operator stood poised at the doors to the machine, positioned to greet the man as he approached. 

Koko grabbed hold of his shoulder, briefly shocking the man whose countenance turned from one of professionalism to slight fear at the harsh grip that Koko held him with.

“I need you to find a girl for me. Have one of the bouncers send her to one of the empty VIP rooms to wait for me.”

The operator visibly relaxed, thankful that he hadn’t somehow incurred the wrath of the powerful man in front of him.

“Y-y-es sir! Right away! Which girl would you like me to tell them to send up, sir?”

A moment of silence before a flash of something mischievous crossed over Koko’s eyes. He relaxed his grip on the man’s shoulder and moved to step into the open elevator. With his back to the operator, he uttered the name of the woman that managed to capture his interest and attention:

“...Diamond.” 

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[mchlgayser]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 [tokyo revengers various]

⸻ cw: hurt/no comfort, triggering events and poor writing skills.

qeena's brief note: i'm here after nearly a month went MIA

໒꒰ྀི o̴̶̷̤ ̯o̴̶̷̤ ꒱ྀ১ first of all, thank you so much for 1.13k followers on tumblr (i honestly still can't believe it lol) you guys did a lot for me throughout my years here in this platform like bro i love you guys sm andddd thank uuuu! ik lots of my ole mutuals are no longer active but still, thank you so much to you guys for your continuous support 💙 and thanks to my readers (from jude girlies readers to anime girlies readers), thank you so much. last to wrap things up, here a small sorry gift from me after went missing, a tokyo revengers drabble! happy (sad) reading xoxo!! i love you <33

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎: too preoccupied with his work.

The sun disappears behind the horizon and the daylight soon fades. The once cheerful home, turn out dingy and dejected. Tears spew down your cheeks to your chin as you examine one single paper lay before your eyes. The saying above appear clear "Divorce Paper" with your signature on the very right and below.

"So, this is it?" You sneer, teeth grinding against each other "Don't 'so, this is it' me right now, you know well none of this would've have to happen if you could be a bit more considerate." He did not say a word, look down on the floor as if it could've been the most entertaining object in the world.

"I'm busy, there's too much works I need to tend-"

"You said that last week, and the other month and even months before that! How come you're always busy with your job that you can't loiter around with me even for a minute. You left at early mornings, before the sun pops out, you're gone, out of sight and when you came back, you're tired, hot and needed rest. I'm sick of it, Manjiro. I can't do this anymore, ...so yeah, this is it."

He didn't notice the luggage you had beside you until you pull it forward "I'll have my lawyer pick the paper tomorrow morning. Please have is sign by then." A last drop of tear fall cascade down your cheek, like a stray until you wipe it off.

"Goodbye, Manjiro."

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈: cheated on you.

He said- No, he promised the last will be the last time. The last time you had to pick up the last shattering pieces of your dignity. The last time you had to faced the brutally honest reality of your marriage. He promised...

And yet, he broke it again. Today is supposed to be a good day. A happy day as it's a 'happy' birthday for a reason, right? But no, the happy day turned out to be your most saddening, fucked up moment in life. You left home to pick up a dress you custom made for yourself, to go buy your favorite cake at your favorite cafe. You didn't expect to come home, seeing him with your maid on the bed. She was half-naked, bra straps off her shoulder and his clothes thrash on the side.

It's a mess. The splat noise of the cake make a noisy sound and both of their ears perked up "Thought both of you had gone deaf that you both didn't hear me knock for five fucking minutes!" She frantically hid herself beside the bed, where you can't see her but you practically lunge at her, ripping strands after strands of her fake blonde hair "You fucking bitch. I picked you up at the gutter and this is how you fucking repayed me?!" Hanma tries to block into your attack but you punches him making him stumbled.

"And you, rot in hell with your fucking promises! I trusted you, not once, not twice but fucking three times!" He hold you by your shoulder but you slap his face away.

"Dont touch me! Don't you fucking dare..." Your punches ended weak and helpless. Tears pool beneath your eyes but no, they're not sad tears. It's resent, anger and betrayed tears.

"I'll file a divorce, fuck you and that bitch." You push him off, slapping him on the face one last time. The stone on the ring slash through his cheek and he bleed slightly "I'l fucking take half of your fortune, lustful bitch."

You turn to the woman "And you..." You peel the ring off of your ring finger aggressively and throw it to her chest "Keep that shit. I'm outta here." Hanma didn't try to say anything, just mumbling an apology before you walk out that door.

You turn back and look at him, he didn't look remorseful - he did, but it could never be enough to make you crawl to him once more "Shove your apology up your ass, Hanma."

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈: can't move on from his past.

At first, it was okay. You can even claim it to be perfect. But that was at first, soon everything gradually becoming worse. He started to get busy with works or as he claimed it. He told you he won't be coming home at a day but sometimes, he remained unresponsive for days. You don't know where he go until you heard from his close friend, Inupi that Kokonoi had been sleeping over at his house.

That means he was not so busy after all. You confronted him about it and as you thought he'll get angry, he remained calm and apologised. He just said that he wanted some time for himself. Of course, that's foreign coming from him as he's always been the type to want to stay close to you.

He still bought you monthly gifts just as he promised he would when you both first got married but they are just not the same anymore. He started giving you tulips when your favorite flower is gerberas. He started giving you white flavored chocolate, and that's weird. You always like the original flavor with nuts in it. Kokonoi just started making unusual mistakes.

Then, one day, he did it. The mistake he can't never undo. You both had Inupi over to your house because Kokonoi wanted to discuss something with him regarding business and when he left for the bathroom, Inupi unlock his phone revealing whom seem like a teenage girl with a peach blonde hair like Inupi and she's holding a bouquet of pink tulips "Sei, who's this?"

He turn to look at you, wondering who you were asking about "...Oh, this is Akane. My older sister. She passed away when she was 16." You nod your head, sadden to hear that.

"I'm sorry for your loss." You look at Inupi then to the ground "But, can't I know if she had any sort of relation with Kokonoi before I met him?" Inupi is confused as to why you'd ask that but he nodded his head.

"Koko used to like my sister."

And he came into the living room. You turn to look at him, almost livid "Is that so..." Both Kokonoi and Inupi look at you, confused.

"What is it?"

"Can't you move on?" Your question caught both of them by surprise, especially Kokonoi "You've been buying me stuff recently but they're never what I like. You got me pink tulips, cute hairbands and books when you should know damn well I like none of those."

"Did you think of her when you got me all of those? Or was it Sei's sister you're trying to give that gifts to?" He tried to explain himself but you kept cutting him, not wanting to hear none of his excuses.

"Please, just listen Akane!" The silence defeaned and the occasional sound of the wind whisper in the background as it soon faded. You look at him, wide eyes "Wow. You are incredible, Hajime. So. Fucking. Incredible." You tried to walk past him but he kept you back, trying his best to talk it out.

Inupi just sat there, dumbfounded. He only back in his trance when he heard a crash and the vase on the table smash to the ground with puddle of water and the pink tulips scatter on the wet carpet.

You stare down at the tulips, scoffing to yourself "This is enough. I'm not nobody's rebound, I have respect for myself... I can't do this, I won't." You push him off and tread to your bedroom, slamming the door shut leaving Kokonoi alone in the living room as Inupi too, got up and left, disappointed by his friend's behavior.

𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈: constant jealousy and overprotective.

You know what you put yourself into when you started dating the Ran Haitani. Ran can be obsessive with you, overly jealous with whom you befriends with, and got really protective over it. But you'd never imagine even in your wildest dream would he start to oppressed your freedom away from you - objecting your idea to meet anyone other than him, that includes your family members as well.

You put up with it, begrudgingly until today, it's an important date for you to attend and besides, it's been a while since you meet your family members so you went ahead, not bothering to tell him because you know well he will say no, no matter how hard you. You are having a great time with your family, chatting together after a while and leaving Ran texts from time to time but you certainly did not expect him to burst his way inside the venue, all rigid and mad.

How rude of him. He pull your hand and immediately get you out of there "Ran, stop. Ran, stop it!" You smack his back and he halt in his steps. He look back at you, glaring down at you with his jaw clenched.

"Just what the hell are you doing, Y/n? Going out behind my back like this and for what? To flirt and whoring around─" Smack, blood trickles from the corner of his lips when you slapped him across the face.

"You had no respect for my family, and for me, Ran Haitani. You failed us." He tried to put his hands around you shoulder but you pry his hands away "Don't. I put up with your ridiculous acts for years. I obeyed like a goddamn dog for you to disrespect me like this? You are fucking insane, Ran..."

"Love, I just don't want you to mixed along with that kind of people─"

"What kind of people, Ran? They're my family. I may have not like most of them but they're my family and the least you should do is respect them as I do. You barged in, acting like you're the main event, embarrassing me, and disrespected them. You may think you're above others but you're not. My family, we may not be as rich and lavish as you - if we're talking about lifestyle, we're alien to each other but I always expect you to be kind, Ran Haitani."

"You can't go around acting like the world revolve around you. I can't, and I'm sorry for that." You look up at him with pitiful eyes "I'm going now, good bye." You turn around and enters the same room he barged into a couple of minutes ago.

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[airbendertendou]

bts ft tokyorev !! jus something small to get me back into posting <3

[including : mikey, kokonoi, mitsuya, inupi + yuzuha]

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˚₊‧꒰ა 💌 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

— MiKEY! ♥︎ "me from the moon, you from the stars."

there you were again, as you always were. sipping from the sweetest drink you could stand, lips pursed around the straw. as you watched everyone else, mikey watched you.

this is where he first saw you before, too. before kazutora - before kanto - before all the tragedy. when he was still lingering on the cusp of sanity, mikey spotted you.

things were different now - he was different now. a nudge to his arm - takemichi nods in your direction with his chin. "now's your chance. like you always wanted."

a deep breath, and then he's standing in front of you. blinking at the stark white boots in your vision, you gaze up. like a halo, the sun shines around him, bouncing off of the grin mikey sends your way. you gulp down your drink, "sano. hello."

mikey's breath hitches in his throat as he stumbles out his own greeting. "what are you thinking about right now?"

you were starstuck, truthfully, seeing the boy you wanted to talk to for ages standing in front of you. you couldn't say that, though - it'd be embarrassing to admit your bashfulness of him.

"right now?" you purse your lips again and mikey hopes you don't see the trickle of color on his cheeks. "that... you look nice when you smile, sano."

"mikey," he corrects you. with another deep breath, he takes a seat to your left. "call me mikey. i'll call you [first name]."

˚₊‧꒰ა 💌 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

— KOKONOi! ♥︎ "all i know is how to love you."

being related to sanzu came with strange rules. you always had to stick by his side - always had to reassure him you were safe and happy. why he chose you and not senju - why he forbid you from speaking with takeomi - you'd never know.

maybe it had something to do with mikey preferring you over them as well.

whatever it was, it led you here. in a stormy, darkened apartment as your brother went in search of the haitani's. mikey was peering outside of the window longingly - he did that a lot, these days.

"want something to drink?" the voice causes you to stiffen, chills covering every inch of you. kokonoi glances your way, "it's chilly in here. want something warm?"

your body was on fire the longer he kept his attention on you, actually. shaking your head, you look down to break his gaze from you. koko shrugs as he stands, "suit yourself. want somethin', boss?"

everything after that echoes. being around kokonoi hajime was the biggest obstacle you've faced. seeing him around town was bad enough. now that he was at your brothers side? you were going to scream.

a steaming, pastel mug is held in front of you. koko sips from his own charcoal gray cup. "your fingers are shaking, liar."

gulping, your shaking fingers take the mug from koko with a shy, quiet thank you. even though he's still looking out of the window, you can see a smirk on mikey's face in the reflection. you wanted to throw the stupid mug his way.

˚₊‧꒰ა 💌 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

— MiTSUYA! ♥︎ "i want the you that wants me again."

a stalemate. that's where your relationship curently fell. he spent more time at work than with you - more time with everyone else. biting your lip to prevent tears, you dial his number again.

"i can't really talk right now," mitsuya says instead of a greeting. you remember when he would grin down at the phone when you called. remember when he would all you cutesy, almost cringey pet-names so often you'd forget your own name. he lets out a sigh, "did you need something?"

you forget everything you'd prepared to say. every accusation ; every fear ; every inch of begging to get him to stay. your lips part, "should we end it here?"

"huh?"

you look around the house you'd created together. the pictures you'd taken, the couch cushions and blankets you bought together. half-empty candles that hadn't been lit in months. your bottom lip wobbles as you speak through tears. "should we break up? this relationship doesn't seem happy anymore."

mitsuya stays silent. that seemingly answers for him. you nod slowly, wiping the tears that have trickled down your cheeks. "okay. i'll have my things packed before you're back." whenever that will be.

"don't," he sounds out of breath. mitsuya heaves in a breath that sounds like a sob. he lets out a cough, rustling in the background that he speaks over. "don't say that. don't do that. i'm- i'm coming home, okay? stay right there."

you decide over the dial tone if you'd still be home or not when he arrives.

˚₊‧꒰ა 💌 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

— iNUPi! ♥︎ "just one day, just one day."

jade eyes trail after you endlessly. you nod along to the beat of the song you're listening to, dusting here and there. catching his reflection in the tv, you smirk. "when you volunteered to help, seishu, i didn't think you'd mean just sitting there."

blinking, inupi shrugs as if he wasn't just imagining a sweet, domestic life with you. "you won't let me help."

you turn with a crinkled nose, "you don't clean things right!"

"that's not possible." his voice trails off so he can watch you again. your hips are movng to the music now as you shrug him off. inupi sighs, his chin falling to his hand as he gazes lovingly.

he could see it now. you'd both be a little older, in an apartment that didn't quite fit two people. you'd share the bathroom and the bed, helping wash each other's face and sharing soap when you ran out. you'd make dinner and breakfast together to complain about work or talk about the wild dreams he knew you had.

it was something he did and would probably always yearn for.

a press to his cheek causes his entire face to flame. you tap his nose with a mischiveous grin, going back to your cleaning. a galnce to your mirror shows a sticky residue on his cheek - one that matched the lipgloss you were wearing.

inupi blinks, "did you kiss me?"

"maybe!"

he springs up from his seat within a second as your laughter rings around the room. his own smile covers his face as he chases you. "shouldn't i reciprocate it? hey, get back here!"

˚₊‧꒰ა 💌 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

— YUZUHA! ♥︎ "to see you? to meet you?"

passing letters through her younger brother, secrets pressed in places you both passed - that was how you spoke with her now. since taiju knew - once he figured it out - he forbade his sister from any and every relationship.

especially if it was with you.

hakkai pants as he stops in front of you, creamsicle envelope in his hand. you could already smell yuzuha's perfume wafting from it - could envision the kiss marks she'd left on the pages. hakkai places his hands on his hips, "this is exhausting, you know?"

you glare his way, "tell your stupid brother to give yuzuha her phone back."

"you tell him!" hakkai looks around with wide, terrified eyes. "don't call him stupid, though."

scoffing, you peel the letter from his sweaty palms. "i'll end him if i need to. he's never met a scorned, pissed off lover before."

hakkai shivers, taking a miniscule step back away from you. "...you could take him, probably."

you dismiss him with a grin, ready to read every word yuzuha couldn't say to you.

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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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۶ৎ Typical.

۶ৎ Summary: He never admits when he’s wrong. It’s never his fault, never takes accountability, it’s yours and yours alone, do typical for him.

۶ৎ: angst | scenario | narcissism(?) | bad boyfriend

“Maybe, you’re just insecure.” He spat back at me in response from one side of the room. The glare that rested on his face never left, as he eyed me with a look is distinct rage. I stare at him, the same anger on my face, I sneer in disbelief. “Me? Insecure? I wouldn’t need to be insecure if you didn’t do the shit you do!” The words left my mouth with a quickness, the harshness in my tone never lowered as I hissed my response out in annoyance.

“Don’t pin shit on me. None of this is my fault.” He was quick to utter a lie. Typical. “If you weren’t insecure you wouldn’t feel the way you do. And that’s not my damn fault.” His words bounced off the walls of the room as his tone of voice slightly shifted.

The expression on his face however didn’t move an ounce. “It is your fault! The entire thing is your fault! The way you act, the constant flirting, berating, arguing! All of it, it’s your fault!” My voice rose to match his tone. Each word that left my mouth felt overwhelming to me. We’ve had this conversation multiple times, each time it’s always the same: it’s never his fault. Nothing is.

“Oh, so you’re just fucking perfect?” He took a step forward from his position by the wall, the once angry expression deepening into something more serious. “I never said I was,” “But you think you are. Don’t you.” He muttered with disgust cutting me off.

The look of love and admiration that was once radiating from his eyes, the look that could be seen by anyone was now gone. And was replaced by pure and utter disgust. I never thought I was perfect, never said I was. I replied with nothing more to his response. My face contorts into a look of annoyance.

“You think all of this is my fault? I’m the so called problem, huh?” The sentence held no emotion, I was over it, the conversation, the relationship. Everything. “Maybe you are the problem. Maybe you are the main problem.” The world ‘main’ was hissed out with aggression as he looked at me. I felt judged. I always felt judged with him, never a moment where I wasn’t judged. “The fuck do you mean ‘the main problem’.” Repeating his words back to him felt like looking into a mirror, and seeing myself in his place.

His face shifted, the look of anger was replaced with a blank look of annoyance, or simply just indifference. “You are my main problem. Everything has to be about you. All your insecurities, your feelings, everything. You are the main problem.” He spoke once again every word was emphasized. The words hit me hard. Too hard, the once angry expression on my face was replaced with hurt and shock. I’m his problem? The question rung in my head like a bell.

“You’re my boyfriend! You’re supposed to care for my feelings, you’re supposed to love me! Or was that some lie you made up for the past three years?” By now I was done with this whole situation. As I spoke my throat felt dry and scratchy, my mouth felt like cotton. “I never said I didn’t love you.” He murmured, I shook my head at his response. “I find that hard to believe.” The look I held on my face was one of betrayal.

I couldn’t deal with this anymore. When he opened his mouth to say something I cut him off. “I can’t do this. All the arguments, I’m over it. I love you .. but I can’t keep going back and forth with you.” It was silent for a moment before he spoke. “You’re breaking up with me.” It was more of a statement than a question, all I did was nod. “I have flights to catch.” That was the last thing I said. Then we parted ways.

Rindou Haitani | Ran Haitani | Kazutora Hanemiya | Hanma Shuji | Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano | Izana Kurokawa | Taiju Shiba | Keisuke Baji | Hajime Kokonoi | South Terano | Kisaki Tetta | Sanzu Haruchiyo | Kakucho Hitto | Satoru Gojo | Suguru Geto | Toji Fushiguro | Sukuna | Light Yagami | L (Lawliet) | Osamu Dazai | Chuuya Nakahara | Fyodor Dostoevsky | Ken Kaneki |Touka Kirishima | Tsukiyama Shuu | Thorfinn | Askeladd | Aki Hayakawa | Makima | Reze | Rin Itoshi | Sae Itoshi | Shidou Ryusei

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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. ⁰⁰¹

✑ GENRE: slowburn. angst. nsfw 18+.EDITED!

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

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

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CHAPTER ONE | PLATONIC LOVE.

"No, because I'm gonna kill your fucking whore if you don't give him to me!"

The day barely begins, yet the headquarters is already in shambles.

A gunshot echoes through the grand corridor, followed by the unmistakable crash of something expensive shattering into a thousand pieces. A collective wince runs through the lobby as every witness instinctively knows that Takeomi is going to lose his mind when he sees his million-dollar antique vase reduced to dust.

"Let's just hope Boss gets here early," one of the staff mutters, watching the scene unfold like an unsupervised playground, only with loaded firearms and murderous intent.

It's a familiar scene they all witness on a daily basis. The so-called top executives who were revered, feared, and supposedly the backbone of the syndicate are once again locked in a ridiculous, life-threatening squabble.

At this point, no one even bats an eye. The new recruits are horrified. The veterans? They merely sigh, sipping their coffee, resigned to the chaos.

The cause of today's catastrophe?

Peluda. Your beloved Foldie Cat.

Kidnapped once again by the infamous Bonten Trio, who now stands at the center of the madness, passing the poor feline between them like a game of catch.

And you? You're storming after them with a loaded Glock, your patience hanging by a thread, your fury making even the most hardened criminals in the organization shrink away.

The receptionist flinches when your sharp voice cuts through the commotion.

"You."

His throat tightens as he swallows hard, sweat forming at his temple while your piercing gaze locks onto him, pinning him in place.

"Get that fucking woman here. I'll sample that son of a bitch why he should never mess with me."

A tense silence fills the room.

Sanzu halts mid-step. Ran and Rindou freeze, their game of hot potato cat abruptly ending as they clutch onto Peluda. All eyes shift to the receptionist, whose trembling frame betrays his internal battle which is to follow orders or risk the wrath of the pink-haired devil currently narrowing his emerald eyes at him.

The moment the poor man hesitates, Sanzu's voice cuts through.

"Don't you dare."

You step closer, the cold gleam of the gun almost matching the iciness in your tone.

"You heard me." You taunt, the words slipping from your lips as you close the distance between you and the trembling man. The pistol in your grip feels as much like an extension of yourself as your own hand. "I'll bury a bullet in your head if you hesitate again."

A flicker of panic crosses his face.

"Goddamn, chill, woman. Mikey will be furious if you touch his schoolgirl." Ran's voice is strained, an attempt at de-escalating the situation, but the moment he speaks, you turn, eyes void of any emotions, and aim the weapon directly at him.

"Shit wouldn't happen if you just give him back to me," you spit, voice dripping with contempt.

Rindou, leaning his weight on one of his legs, rolls his eyes.

With a dramatic sigh, he lets go of the furball. The cat darts towards you, its tiny paws scurrying across the floor like it knows this is its only escape from the chaos. The little creature's quivering body finds solace in your arms, the soothing touch of your fingers against its ears calming it just enough to stop the shaking.

"Okay, fine. Geez, can't even take a joke." Rindou's voice is full of mockery as he shrugs it off.

You don't laugh.

Instead, you fire a shot, the bullet zipping past Rindou's face so close that he can feel the heat of it.

"Fuck!"

You smirk, an unsettling grin tugging at your lips as you mused on his reaction.

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

The room falls into a tense silence for a split second before Rindou retorts, his grin wider than ever.

"No shit, Sherlock. This is why cats are the only bitches you have."

The audacity of it.

You almost react and let the smirk slip—but then Sanzu and Ran burst into laughter, their cackles filling with mockery.

You cast a piercing glance their way, and slowly, you slide your gun back into the hidden pocket of your tailored suit, its cold metal in contrast against the warmth of your body.

With the cat in your arms, you pivot away and stride back down the dimly lit hallway.

Every day with them feels like a fresh wave of frustration, yet you've learned to endure.

Ever since you became one of Bonten's top executives, you've found yourself fighting to retain your grip on your sanity. But these men, especially those three, they never let you have peace.

They taunt you, mess with your life, toy with your every weakness.

Take the damn cat. It's not just a pet, it's your last shred of softness in this hardened world, and they know it.

Every time they toss it around like a game, they rip something inside you. But the worst thing is the endless cycle of ridiculous tasks they set for you, nearly pushing you to the edge.

Tasks that nearly end with you meeting the grim reaper, yet somehow, you always slip through, with nothing but a streak of luck to thank for your survival.

But still, it wears you off. The thrill of power and respect doesn't come without its price, and they've made damn sure that price is paid in full, every single day.

They love holding your suffering in their hands as if it were some twisted game they get off on.

They never leave you alone, always treating you like a toy for their amusement. Every time you retaliate, gun in hand, they laugh and push your buttons just to see how far they can take it before you snap.

It's a daily game of chaos. One where you're left firing shots through the corridors until Takeomi storms in, furious about the damage to his priceless porcelain collection.

But despite the constant antics and the way they toy with you, best believe there's no real bad blood between you and the other executives.

This is just how they show affection. You, pointing a gun at them. Them, running from you. You, threatening their lives. And them, enjoying the frustrated look on your face. They get a twisted satisfaction from hearing the sound of your heels clicking against the floor as you chase them down.

Things might have been easier if more of them were like Kakucho or if they shared the same build as him—respectful, well-mannered, and real mature.

The guy's a rarity in this pit of hell, someone who actually treats you with decency despite the fact that he's a criminal. He doesn't mock you, doesn't toss your cat around like the others.

He knows how to be kind and it's something you genuinely respect him for.

And right now, Kakucho is being an absolute lifesaver. You couldn't be more thankful for his presence, especially in this nightmare of a day.

"God. That's the spot, Kaku. Push it more right there." You groan, your body practically melting under his touch as his thumb presses into the tension in your shoulder blades, applying just the right amount of pressure.

The exhaustion from dealing with paperwork and the constant headache from the Bonten Trio has left you drained but Kakucho, always perceptive, noticed how worn-out you were when you showed up at his doorstep.

He didn't ask questions. Instead, he guided you to his office, where you both handled confidential documents, and then he offered the one thing you needed most; a massage and a moment of peace.

You hum, trying to hide the way your body shudders at the relief he's providing.

"Did I do it right?" Kakucho asks, his voice a little amused.

"Yeah. Just squeeze it like that."

Kakucho did what you tell him, and you can't help but hum.

"What the actual fuck."

You hear Kokonoi's voice from the doorway before you even turn your head, and immediately, you know where this is going.

He sounds just as judgy as he looks, eyebrows raised in exaggerated disbelief as his eyes scan the scene unfolding in front of him.

"For a second, I thought you guys were doing the thing."

Kakucho flushes deep red at the suggestion, his hands instinctively pulling back from your shoulders as if he's suddenly realized just how this could be interpreted. But you're quick to defend him.

"Shut the fuck up, Hajime," you snap, glaring at Kokonoi with a pointed stare.

"You can't blame me," Kokonoi grins, enjoying the discomfort he's caused. "I mean, come on. You moaned. Like, actually moaned."

You roll your eyes, hands waving dismissively. "Moans don't always mean what you think they mean, alright?" You give Kakucho a quick look of reassurance, but it's clear you're trying to redirect the conversation. "Sometimes, it's just relief. Get your mind out of the gutter, Hajime."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Kokonoi smirks, then snaps the navy-haired man out of his daze.

Kakucho's attention shifts as Kokonoi's words finally reach him.

"Yui's in Sanzu's office. You joining?"

You suppress a sigh, already understanding exactly where this conversation is headed.

So, they're at it again.

Yui Ukishima, the poor woman you had just threatened earlier, is once again in Sanzu's office, fulfilling her role as their plaything.

It's messed up, really.

Yui isn't even a prostitute. Mikey stumbled upon her when he was passing by a university and, finding her attractive, decided to have the Bonten Trio kidnap her and bring her back to the headquarters.

She's been here for what? Almost a year now? Doing everything they demand of her without a word of resistance—fucking and taking care of their cocks like the good girl she was.

She is exactly the type of girl the executives of Bonten want. Someone they aim to corrupt and strip of her innocence, and they succeed without a doubt. It's Bonten—the worst criminal organization in Japan, what can you say? They fucked her dumb enough for her to develop Stockholm Syndrome. Crazy, you must say.

She is one of those victims of their sensual gratification who is falling deep into the lion's den to bother to escape or even ask for your help, which doesn't surprise you anymore as you think she's also enjoying the feeling of five cocks in her body whenever you hear her pleas and whines.

"Quiet down, or I won't hold back putting a bullet through her brain this time."

Kokonoi merely smirks, arms crossed. The type of woman you are; all bark and no bite.

Yui Ukishima is Mikey's most prized possession. Killing her means defying him, and you aren't one to disobey his orders.

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

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

"Jealous 'cause you got no bitches?"

You scowl, growing tired of their old joke of teasing how you have no men to pleasure you.

"What's with you and the others flocking over my bitches?"

Sure, there are some of them, particularly from the clubs you own. However, they aren't like like Yui who remains the longest with them.

Your sex drive was crazy that no man was able to withstand it and had always been the first one to pass out of consciousness before you could. Therefore, as naturally as you would, you had them disposed of and let it be a memory of a one-night stand instead of keeping them by your side.

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

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

You raised a brow, intrigued.

"You implyin' something, Hajime?"

He hums, something within his eyes flashing an emotion you can't quite recognize in your years of being so-called comrades.

Instead of responding, Kokonoi only brushes off your question with a casual wave of his hand, leaving you in Kakucho's office to think if he actually meant something behind his words or if he was just messing around with you to rattle your emotions.

Well, that is, until one by one, you hear sinful groans, whines, and skin slapping from the office next door that makes you bury your face in your palms, damn interrupted from thinking and even working from the paperwork.

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

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"How much longer do you want to wait?" your friends are worried about you. They glance over towards Inui seated to the side, hoping he'd try to console you but the boy hardly lifts his head.

"He'll be here any second now." you're smiling at them, sure that he'll make it but deep inside even you know Kokonoi isn't coming.

"Ring him up again, Inui." Sano Emma, a friend of yours has her hands folded at her chest. There's nothing but a frown on her face, "He's two hours late already. If he doesn't reach in ten minutes, we're gonna celebrate on our own."

"We'll wait." you look at her with a firm gaze though your irises are twitching, begging you to allow them to let out their pains.

"We won't." she's more definite than you, "If you're really as important of a friend to him, he wouldn't have missed your birthday at least. I don't want to break your heart today of all days, but please, (Name)-chan. You need to face it."

"What nonsense." you laugh awkwardly, looking over at Inui for support but he still doesn't react, "Koko-kun's gonna come. He always does."

"He always doesn't have a girlfriend." Tachibana silently points out, "Men's priorities change once they're dating. You're the one who told me that last year, remember?"

Your lips twitch. You don't want to accept it. You don't want to cry over him on your birthday. You don't want to cry at all- it's the others who'd be put in a more uncomfortable situation than you.

"(Name)-chan.. " Emma sighs as you look over at Inui again, hoping him to intervene and support you, "do you really think Inui's gonna back you up when Kokonoi-san's probably on a date with his sister at the moment?"

Inui's eyes twitch, he looks away.

Your mouth opens, then closes. There's a deep silence in the room.

"Is he?" there's too much of pain in your voice for even you to handle, your eyes get glassier by the second.

Inui doesn't have it in him to reply to you. He's always known of your feelings for Kokonoi but he's always thought Kokonoi and Akane had a deeper bond having known each other from their childhood days.

But at the moment, when he hears nothing but the chords of a broken instrument in your voice, Inui wishes there was something he could do to bring Kokonoi here. No matter what it took.

Tears flow down your cheeks, slowly and slowly staining your cheeks with the dampness of ache. There isn't anything you feel at the moment other than every strand of your heart's muscles being torn apart one by one.

" ... I'm sorry.. " Inui had only wished to cover the date part with some lie and make you believe Kokonoi couldn't come because of some hurdles, but he doesn't wish to keep you living in a lie.

Kokonoi Hajime, a close friend of yours, chose to be on a date with Inui Akane, another close friend of yours on your birthday night. This is the reality.

Inui knows keeping secrets would only make the load of ache in you heavier by passing days, so he doesn't say anything but "I'm sorry", he's not someone who deserves to say anything after all.

"Fuck it all." Yuzuha slams her glass of juice down, "Oi, Inui, " he looks up at her with a defeated look, "piss off." 

Inui nods and gets up. He knows it's for the best of you. 

Kokonoi can't shut up about how familiar him and Akane look. Of course the sight of him is painful for you. Inui sighs and quietly walks out through the door.

He feels guilty, so very guilty. But then again, there's nothing he can do.

"That's it!" she comes and cups your cheeks, "No one's crying today! It's gonna be a girls' night out. There will be no boys."

"Yeah!" Emma agrees, "Those assholes can go fuck themselves! We're gonna go out and have fun today!"

But you're not in the condition to listen to them trying to cheer you up. You feel torn. Shredded.

You don't understand why you're never good enough for him, you can't figure out what you haven't done for him. Why things turned out like this-  him dating Akane is okay, he's always loved her. But he doesn't even bother to even look at you anymore.

You've become non-existent for him, as if the approximate decade you've spent with him doesn't mean anything at all. 

It hurts.

"Get up." Tachibana grabs your arm, "Stop crying, (Name)-chan, get up."

You don't want the few friends who do care for you to be left with nothing but uneasiness today, so you try. Though it's hard, though it hurts even more, you try to hold your tears.

"We're going out." Yuzuha says, grabbing her bag and keys from the kitchen counter, "We'll have fun together. We're friends too."

You nod, smile forming on your face but nothing but ache inside. Your heart feels as if it has been scratched a hundred times, as if each of these scratches throbs in it's own blood.

All this time, you tried to keep this inside you, and now it had erupted. You'd been trying to console yourself all this time, but nothing could pull you away from the truth now.

Kokonoi doesn't care about you. At all.

Not even as a friend.

Not even as someone he knows.

Not as anything.

You don't even realize walking with the girls into Yuzuha's car- your brain and heart in a dead frenzy. 

"Let's drink." your lips are dry, you feel them while speaking, "I don't want to remember this night."

"If that's what you wish, sweetheart." Yuzuha drives towards her favorite club. She's determined to get you wasted too- not even she wants you to remember your twenty-first birthday as such. 

If only Koko-kun cared to at least show up....

You're mad at Akane too, but there's not much you can say to her. Something turned off all your affection for her the moment she and Kokonoi had started dating.

It is natural, you've been told. It's because you're envious, because you wish it was you instead of her.

I always have... 

Emma suddenly says she's gonna ask her brother to pick you all up and make sure everyone's home safe later. It disrupts your line of thought.

You've lost too many tears to be stable in your self now. You feel thoroughly dehydrated. 

If only this pain would go away... 

You unknowingly clutch your heart.

It's not like you to react this way to things. You've always been calm and logical, always think first and act later. It was Kokonoi who'd make you stutter in words and actions.

It was always him who'd make you act out of character- blush, get embarrassed, get self conscious, and what not.

And look at this.

It's him now because of whom you're sitting and crying when you should be celebrating.

No, it's not his fault I chose to be blind.

Kokonoi had been showing this behavior since over a year now- that's even before he started dating Akane. You were the one to choose to let it all past you, it's your fault you tried to run from reality.

"We're here."

You're more than relieved when Yuzuha says it, and are the first one to open the car door and step out. 

Yuzuha looks worried about you but she's definite a glass of alcohol would dissolve all your pain into nothingness. She knows you'll wake up the next day and the pain will still be there, but at least you save your birthday night.

Everyone is quick to enter, heels clacking against the floor.

The inside of the club carries a crazy mood matching the frenzy in your mind. The beats of the music nullify your heart by their vibrations.

You inhale deeply, then exhale. 

This is what I need.

Tachibana chooses not to drink, but you, Emma and Yuzuha down yourself with a couple of drinks before heading towards the dance floor.

There, you unleash everything boiling inside you as dance moves. They're sad, anyone sober would've been able to tell, but that's the thing you love the most about clubs.

No one is sober. Everyone in clubs is downed with some or the other sort of drinks trying to suppress or ignite some or the other sort of pain or joy. Everyone's the same.

.

Yuzuha runs a hand through her hair and looks around. She can't spot you anymore and it scares here.

Emma a little distance away from her is looking for you too. 

The dance floor is wide, there's a massive crowd gathered there, they don't know how to find you through it all.

Towards the other side of the dance floor, you've just fallen on some dude. He barely flinches as your weight rests on his- you're too drunk to process your own actions now.

With hazy, irritated dry eyes, you look up at the guy- he has a pretty face as far as you can tell. 

A nice jaw, eyebrows raised and arched, black hair flowing down his face over to your own. He's pretty, but he's not him.

"Do you need me to take you to the side?"

It's not even his voice.

"Are you okay?"

Those hands aren't like his.

"Excuse me, madam, can you hear me?"

But who gives a shit if it isn't Kokonoi.

He wouldn't be here for me anyways, right?

You kiss him. 

Although surprised by the sudden contact, the guy kisses back. It brings you back to how everyone's the same in clubs- looking for some or the other sort of escape or joy.

You wish to run away from your heart, and the guy wishes to run towards his own.

Using him as support, your manage to straighten up, but then lose balance and fall on him again. "Take me away." the words are slurred but they manage to leave your lips.

He does.

He takes your hand, gives you the balance you need and takes you outside the club. 

The night air is chilly but fails to calm the heat risen up your body. You giggle, the guy grins.

"What's your name?" his hand his around your waist to help you walk, yours are gripping one shoulder of his from behind and the other his forearm of the free arm.

"Me?" your vision is just as hazy, brain just as fuzzy, but you don't feel pain anymore.

Or rather, you feel too much to know what is pain anymore.

"Yeah?" the guy turns towards you.

You let go of his hold and skip ahead, then turn around with a giggle and your arms wide open. 

You're drunk- you can let yourself do anything today.

"(Name)." you say, "I'm (Name)."

"That's a pretty name," the guy catches up to you with smile on his face, "it suits you, (Name)-chan."

You giggle again, "Koko-kun never calls me by my first name, you know. I'm not important to him anyways."

The guy halts, realization hitting him. He doesn't want to take a shot at wooing a heartbroken girl- he feels guilty all of a sudden.

"Do you not like me too?" you look so innocent with your eyes wide and lips trembling in a slur "Did I make you sad?"

Baji Keisuke sighs and runs a hand through his hair, "You didn't." he says, "Would you like to join me for a walk?"

You look at him again, trying to figure whether there's any dislike on his expressions but when your brain doesn't work enough to tell, you just shrug and decide to go with him.

"Should I get you some water?" Baji wants you to get sober enough to realize what you're doing, "You're eyes won't hurt after that."

You let out a small hum. "Okay."

Kokonoi doesn't like it when he's making out with Akane and she suddenly finds something to talk about. He doesn't hate it- it's cute, but sometimes he wishes it was something more related to them than other people.

"Isn't that (Name)-chan?"Akane is peeking outside the car window onto the street where a girl is walking alongside a guy while clasping his arm, "Why is she-  oh shit, it's her birthday today!"

"Yeah, yeah it is." Kokonoi sighs, his eyes lazily following hers to see your figure walk with difficulty as a guy takes you along.

"Wait, you remembered?" Akane's eyes furrow, "Why didn't you remind me then? We should've wished her at least."

"She's not a baby, " Kokonoi says, "and besides, " he places his finger under her chin and brings her face towards him, "how dare you think of looking here and there when I'm in front of you."

Kokonoi is much taller than Akane now- he's much stronger and much more dominant.

"What can I say, " she bites her lip, "I have this bad habit."

"Shall I fix it for you?" Kokonoi grins, his hand trailing down Akane's waist.

"Please do."

Before he indulges himself completely with Akane, his eyes go up in instinct. You and the guy have just walked under a streetlight- he can see the guy clearly now.

Kokonoi's mouth hangs. "Isn't that Baji Keisuke?"

Akane frowns but gets up to look. "He's a safe guy, right? He wouldn't hurt her or something?"

"I doubt." Kokonoi frowns, "But I hate that asshole."

"Should we stop them then?" Akane asks, "You wouldn't want him to get a shot on our friend, right?"

Kokonoi's eyes furrow, "Nah, it doesn't matter as much. He wouldn't do anything wrong, don't worry about it, Akane-chan."

She hums in doubt but chooses to go with whatever Kokonoi tells her- she trusts him blindly after all.

.

.

Inui sits silently in his office. Kokonoi's office is right opposite to his and he can see Akane sit on the table in front of him through the glass door.

They're chatting.

Inui sighs and closes his file. Right in the middle of the lines of cubicles between his and Kokonoi's office is your cubicle. 

He can see the back of your chair- you're buried inside, not wanting to have even a glimpse of what's going on in the office across.

Inui feels guilty, but he doesn't understand whether or not he should. His best friend and sister are dating, there's no greater joy he can have. There's no better guy Akane can have after all.

But he doesn't feel the joy he should. Inui feels like he made a mistake.

He walks outside the office and strolls over to your cubicle.

"(Name)-chan." 

He doesn't want you to turn around- if you do, you'll be reminded of Akane and it would hurt, "I'm sorry for yesterday.... Are you okay?"

There's only a hum in response. 

"Is everything okay?"

Another hum.

" .... I'll be in my office if you need something."

There's no response.

Inui sighs and turns around to walk towards his office but something repels him. 

Without even thinking about it, he takes a turn towards Kokonoi's office and hurries inside.

"Akane-nii chan." he says, "Get off the table please, we're at work and there's a decorum we must follow."

"I'll draw the curtains." Kokonoi waves him off but Inui doesn't listen.

"We're in an office, there's rules around here. I'm not letting you both get away with stuff other employees can't. Please keep your affections for your own time, I don't want any disturbance during work."

"Jeez, Seishu." Akane sighs, "You take work too seriously sometimes," but she does get off, "fine, I'll see you later, Hajime-kun."

Kokonoi stares at Inui after Akane is gone. "What's up with you today?"

"Nothing." Inui isn't in the mood to talk to him at all. It's not like he blames Kokonoi, but there's not an ounce of patience left in him to handle the guilt, your heartbreak and Kokonoi being an ass all at once.

"I'm asking you something, Inupi." Kokonoi frowns, "What's up, why this attitude?"

"Get back to work." Inui leaves the cabin before Kokonoi can reply, but Kokonoi senses something's wrong and he's not letting it go all that easily.

"Everyone!" he enters the hall and announces, "In appreciation of your hard work, you all are allowed to take the rest of the day off!"

Inui knows exactly what's coming up after Kokonoi's announcement. He wishes you leave just in time to not fall between the argument coming up.

There's cheers from the employees as they pack their stuff and leave in groups. It takes a little time for them to leave, Inui's gaze is focused on the one cubicle Kokonoi is unintentionally standing in front of.

You don't step out in attempt to avoid seeing him.

"Are you not going to leave, (L/N)?" Kokonoi notices you a moment later, "I said everyone's dismissed."

Inui sees your shoulders slump as you pack your stuff and get up to leave despite it meaning you'll have to see him. Inui wonders if Kokonoi knows of the emotions you have now. 

He wonders if Kokonoi would notice you trying to avoid seeing him but something tells him he won't. Kokonoi isn't the slightest bothered about you to notice.

"Oh, and say hi to that bastard Baji for me, will you?" the hall is already empty, you three are the only ones there, "Tell him he's not winning the next time we- " 

The sound of a loud slap cuts off Kokonoi's words.

You bag hits the floor, and Inui's heart falls along with it.

This is the worst case scenario.

He rushes towards them to diffuse the situation but Kokonoi signals him to halt. Inui doesn't know what to do- he doesn't want you to be hurt any further. He doesn't want to live in guilt anymore.

"How do you know I know him?" your voice is hoarse from the events of the previous day, "How do you know I know Baji?"

Kokonoi looks like he's holding onto the last thread of his patience, "You were out with him last night."

"You know I didn't know him." your voice gives away the way your heart wails, "You saw me being drunk and going somewhere with a guy I didn't even know...."

"I did, so?" Kokonoi's fist is balled up, he's trying hard not to unleash his anger.

"What?" Inui turns to him, "You- what if something happened to her? What if that guy did something? Koko, what's wrong with you! Why didn't you- "

"It was Baji, Inupi." Kokonoi spits out, his anger getting the best of him, "That guy wouldn't do shit... and you." he turns to you, "Stop fucking expecting someone to be there to take care of you. If you don't want a situation like that, how about not drink and get wasted like a club hoe."

Inui punches him.

And that, not once.

Kokonoi is too pissed to not respond.

Akane has just entered the hall- she's a receptionist and she'd noticed all the employees leaving- she runs over to Inui, gasping and asking them to stop fighting.

You can hear Akane beg you to help her separate the two- you're the stronger one of the two of you, but you don't even bother looking at her.

You just pick up your bag and turn around and leave, not glancing back even once.

.

There's a knock on your door that evening. 

You walk over to it with a piece of toast in your mouth and open the door to reveal Akane standing behind with an awkward expression.

"Hey, (Name)-chan... I... uhm, so... Seishu told us everything... I'm so sorry- " you close the door at her face, lock it and then walk back to the couches.

Not a single part of you wants to see her anymore, and poor Seishu gets the damage- he looks too much like her and you don't want him to remind you of her.

You're done with green eyes and blond hair and sweet voices but you still cannot come to hate anything about Kokonoi.

It's unfair to Akane, you know it, but there's nothing you can do to control it. She's the one who has always been nice and kind to you and Kokonoi is the one who abandoned you in a hollow friendship, yet still, you cannot come to reduce your hate for her or increase that for him.

It's all just a pain, nothing more. 

Love, friendship, everything.

You sigh and ring up Baji.

"I swear you're not getting over him if you keep on calling me." is the first thing he says over the phone. You'd slipped your whole heartache to him in your drunk state, and he chose to stay as a friend.

"I know." you say, though you know you're just trying to replace Kokonoi's hair with the black in Baji's and his grin with that of Baji's. 

It doesn't fit at all. You don't like Baji at all, but you love Kokonoi, and you wish to distract yourself before the pain drives you crazy.

"Go get a life, (Name)-san." you hear him say, and are suddenly reminded he doesn't even know your surname- you only told him your first name, "Get a life, and when you need friends, you know the bunch you can come too."

This bunch includes Yuzuha, Emma, Tachibana, him and Emma's brother Mikey who somehow turned out to be Baji's childhood friend too.

They're friends to you, undeniably, but still, a decade of close frienship and love has a different charm to it.

A decade of friendship with Akane gets wasted because your envy and dread gets the best of you. A decade of friendship with Kokonoi is wasted because he suddenly stopped giving a fuck about you.

You don't want your friendship with Inui Seishu to be wasted- whether to not he could help you, he's always stood by you no matter what.

The call has ended and you put your phone down with a deep exhale. 

He's right. I can't limit my life to just Kokonoi and his love.

You snort.

His "non-existent" love.

You can hear his voice amidst the knocking on the door. He doesn't sound too willing to call out to you.

"They're wasting their time." you know, because Kokonoi would always love only Akane. 

There's no place in his heart for anyone else. Not even you.

And if they wish to come apologize for hardly caring about you, you don't need it. You don't wish for someone who needs to be reminded to care for you to be around you either.

But then again, the ache is there.

"Long long ago, there was a fire in Inui's house... " you're talking to yourself without realizing where you're headed, "Seishu got a scar on his face because of it, Akane was mistakenly diagnosed to require a lot of money to be treated."

You're in the kitchen, and you're turning the burner on.

"Another doctor checked the reports and found the flaw. Akane wasn't needing a big surgery at all. She was all safe and sound."

You turn the stove's burner on, the fire looks beautiful. 

"I wonder what would've happened if she had died back then.. "

The doorbell's loud noise snaps you back into reality. It takes you a moment to breath in heavily and come back to your senses.

Once you realize what you'd been tying to do, you turn off the burner and hurry towards the drawing room, body trembling from cell to cell in panic and fear.

You'd lost it. You were about to do something utterly stupid.

It freaks you out.

You don't care who's knocking to door, you just open it. You need someone. Anyone.

You need a human interaction. Even just a single one- just to stabilize your mind and not let it override your body this way. You can't afford to let your life go just because a guy you liked didn't like you back or because he became oblivious to your friendship and what not.

Baji is right, you need to live.

It's Inui outside the door.

Kokonoi and Akane are standing a little further behind- Kokonoi is leaning against Inui's car and Akane stands a few steps away from him.

They look up from the ground on hearing the door open. Meanwhile, Seishu assesses the mess of a condition you're in and immediately steps ahead to help you balance.

Your whole body is still trembling, throat parched in fear. "Help me, Seishu. Help me."

Seishu's eyes are glassy- he doesn't know what to do. He never does, and he blames himself for how everything turns out.

If only I did things right... 

But he doubts there's a right or wrong in a scenario like this. None of you all can be blamed for anything.

Inui Seishu hugs you and gently rub his back telling you to calm down. He hears you mumble as you grip onto him, about how you're scared because you feel your body isn't under your control anymore.

You'd always criticized people who leave the world in the name of love but you realize today maybe their bodies aren't in their control anymore. And maybe, they don't or can't put in the effort to gain the control back.

You can't let that happen.

Loving someone is okay, being heartbroken is okay. But letting go of all beauty of the world, all that accepts you for the one person who rejects you is stupid.

You may love him for all your life, may even say his name in the last few breaths of your living, but you would never leave everything and everyone for Kokonoi.

The others don't deserve that.

You don't deserve that.

Seishu helps you inside, Akane tries to help but he tells her to wait outside. 

Kokonoi doesn't bother to even step forward. 

This time, you don't expect him to either.

.

.

"But there's no point feeling guilty about it," Akane and Kokonoi are sitting in the office's cafeteria during lunch, "the whole reason she never told you herself is because she knew you'd feel this way."

Kokonoi just hums in response. He doesn't even know if it's only guilt he's feeling.

Akane stares at him, her lips twitching to word the one question revolving around her mind since the previous day.

"Hajime, " her voice is soft, "in this past decade of knowing her, have you ever even once had any feelings for her?"

Kokonoi's expressions are unchanged, "There's no space for anyone in my heart other than you, Akane-chan. Don't worry yourself with baseless thoughts." he picks up his tray and leaves to put it in the rack of dirty ones.

Akane stares behind him, her lips curled in a frown, "That's not what I'm asking."

Kokonoi watches Inui and you sitting at a table a little away, both busy in gossip. Your expression and pallor give away what you actually feel but you're trying to move on.

He notices you look towards the desert section and walk off towards it. Kokonoi takes the moment to go and sit with Inui Seishu.

"Koko." he greets.

"Inupi." Kokonoi greets back.

There's silence at the table. It is Inui who breaks it with a question- "Are you happy, Koko?"

Kokonoi has never encountered a question harder to answer before. 

He's happy with Akane. She is all he has ever wanted since his childhood, but the fact that you sit alone crying because of him doesn't leave a very good taste in his mouth.

Kokonoi knows he chose Akane. He knows he will always stick by her side, yet still, for some reason, it doesn't feel right.

Him and Akane are perfect, but you being sad disturbs his ease.

Kokonoi has never once seen you cry before the previous day- you'd always been the one to smile through everything, the one who'd care for both the boys when they were hurt during the Black Dragon days, scold them, punish them, but always have that smile on your face.

He had started to cut all ties from you a couple of years ago- Kokonoi did not like his one-way hollow tunnel towards Akane being disrupted by a small, beautiful lane running elsewhere.

_________________  "In this past decade of knowing her, have you ever even once had any feelings for her?" _________________

If they'd been feelings, he wouldn't have thrown her aside so recklessly, right?

He doesn't even know why he mentioned Baji to you back then. It was all on instinct, but there was no need to- he has no business with the guys you spend your nights with.

Kokonoi looks up. Inui is still waiting for an answer, but he has none.

He can't even decide what his own actions or feelings mean.

"You should go then." Inui understands, "(Name)-chan wouldn't return back here if you stay."

But you do.

You place a bowl of ice cream in front of each of the two boys two more to the side, then beckon Akane seated a few tables away. Akane comes, though hesitant but you smile at her and try to talk.

You hold back all emotions and smile, just so that no one else has to bear any guilt because of you. Kokonoi sighs, you're trying to move on and fix things alone.

Like always...

This is just the way you are. 

Nothing but an idiot.

But seeing you try makes his face droop. It latches an unexplained weight onto his heart. 

________ "Are you happy, Koko?" ________

___________ "Help me, Seishu. Help me." ___________

He sighs.

He's not happy.

He doubt he ever will be.

[namicakes]

Washing Machine Heart.

Hajime Kokonoi x F!Reader

Note:(Angst! Inspired by Mitski's Washing machine heart. I rewatched the tenjiku arc of TR and my heart cracks a million times when the scene where koko and inupi was fighting and koko was like “would akane scold me with this expression?” aAaAaAHHhH)

Kokonoi Hajime had built his world around losses, the kind of losses that hollowed a person out and left them walking through life with only shadows of what once was. You knew that when you met him, saw the way his gaze never quite settled on you, lingering somewhere beyond—somewhere out of reach. But that didn't stop you from falling for him. In some strange way, maybe it was even part of what drew you to him, because you understood that pain could linger like a scar and haunt like a ghost.

He’d loved Akane, his first and only love, with an intensity he’d never thought possible. But then, in one tragic moment, she was taken from him. The memory of her haunted him, lingering in the scent of roses, in the soft flutter of cherry blossom petals. And in the moments he spent with you.

To him, you were a bittersweet reminder of what he could never have again, an echo of the love he’d lost. At first, you didn’t mind the resemblance. You weren’t blind; you knew you looked a bit like her—light hair, the way your eyes softened at the edges when you smiled, your laugh that came with that same slight lilt. And when he’d first noticed you, you felt his lingering gaze, an intensity in his eyes that was impossible to ignore. But slowly, you realized that when he looked at you, he wasn’t really seeing you. He was seeing her.

The days passed in moments that felt half-real, like you were in the background of a movie playing in his head, like he was constantly comparing you to a memory. Sometimes, when he held you close in the quiet of the night, you’d hear him whisper a name that wasn’t yours.

“Akane…”

Each time, your heart broke a little more, but you told yourself it didn’t matter. You loved him, even if he wasn’t fully present with you. You thought that maybe, with time, you could help him let go of the ghost of Akane, to see you standing right there in front of him. But that hope grew dimmer with each passing day.

One evening, as Mitski’s “Washing Machine Heart” played softly in the background—a song you’d heard him hum once or twice when he was lost in thought—you sat across from him in your dimly lit apartment. You’d been trying to tell him about your day, to pull him into the present, to just share a simple moment, but his eyes had drifted again, lost in a world you could never fully enter.

With a shaky breath, you asked, “Hajime… do you really see me when you’re with me?”

The question hung in the air, fragile, ready to shatter with the wrong answer. His gaze snapped back to you, a flash of guilt crossing his face before he tried to mask it. “Of course, I do.”

But you shook your head, finally letting yourself say the words that had been clawing at your heart. “No. When you look at me, you’re looking at her, aren’t you? Every time you smile at me, every time you hold me, you’re seeing Akane.”

He looked down, unable to meet your eyes, his silence telling you more than any answer could. “I… I don’t know how to let her go,” he admitted finally, his voice almost breaking.

The rawness of his words hurt, but it was an honesty he hadn’t shown you before. “I’m not her, Hajime,” you whispered, tears filling your eyes. “I can’t keep pretending that I don’t see it, that I don’t feel like just a placeholder for her memory.”

He reached out, trying to hold your hand, but you pulled back, the hurt too fresh, too raw. The music played softly in the background, Mitski’s voice a haunting reminder of what you were trying so hard to keep alive, a love that felt borrowed and broken.

“Maybe I thought… maybe I thought if I loved you, I could heal,” he whispered, his voice small, almost ashamed. “But every time I look at you, I see her. I don’t know how to stop.”

You swallowed, nodding as you wiped a tear away. “Maybe that’s something you need to figure out on your own, Hajime. I can’t be her. I can only be me. And maybe that’s not enough for you.”

He looked up, pain etched in his features as he reached for you again. “But you are enough,” he said, almost desperately. “It’s just that… I don’t know how to stop the memories from clouding what I feel for you.”

For a long time, you sat there in silence, Mitski’s voice filling the empty spaces between you, the song’s lyrics echoing the ache in your heart. You wanted so badly to be what he needed, but you knew that you couldn’t be a substitute for a love lost, a memory wrapped in pain.

With a heavy heart, you stood up, placing a soft kiss on his forehead as you whispered, “I hope one day you find peace, Hajime. I really do.”

And with that, you walked out of his apartment, leaving him alone with his memories, and the faint sound of “Washing Machine Heart” playing on repeat—its lyrics, hauntingly, the only witness to the emptiness he felt, the emptiness that had cost him both the love he lost and the love he could never fully hold.

[kkailuvr]

KOKONOI'S NOT A MAN MADE OF STEEL! | TOKREV

featuring: kokonoi hajime ¦ koko's had a bit too much to drink and might or might not have been re-thinking a lot!

i think of this as happening when koko and you are just starting to try things out! sort of like a fwb typa situation, just trying to figure things out, nothing official yet but it's getting there!