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summary: Kakucho is bored. In fact, depressed might be a better way to put it after dealing with Izana's death, having his ghost haunt him with every step he takes with Bonten. He finally snaps, going AWOL and taking a trip to a far-away island in the tropics to escape the demons he's created in Japan. There, he manages to meet someone who finally makes life feel worth sticking around for. But as he knows, and as he should have known...nothing seems to enjoy lasting forever around him.
-> content warnings: fem!reader, vacation hookups, angst with a happy ending, gang violence, alcoholism, drug usage, burn-out, depression, slight suicidal ideation, references to canonical character deaths, bonten!timeline, heavy ooc and au behavior (kakucho still has a buzzcut), kakucho & izana pairing on the side, abandonment, grief, suggestive themes
-> author's notes: finally, my next series! this one is going to be based off of some of the discography off of ocean eyes by owl city (deluxe edition, of course). i've been meaning to write more kakucho, and i haven't really explored his grief after izana's death. i am taking lots of liberties here so i'm labeling this as an au with Bonten influences. enjoy! due to the various warnings and smut contained in several of these chapters, minors, please do not interact <3
synopsis: in which tenjiku tries setting you up... with your boyfriend.
warnings: none! romcom, i make fun of shion too much, kind of an open ending but there's a bonus in the end
wc: 2k
note/s: the necessary pibby tag @kakujis mwa i told you i had a kaku wip in the dms but i never said im dropping it today so surprise :DD
“ne, (y/n).” you turn your head to the source of the call, seeing kurokawa izana looking at you with a thoughtful look.
you hummed in question, replying to the gang leader.
“don’t you think kakucho looks decent today?” you tilt your head in confusion, turning your head trying to locate the scarred male. you let out a noise of acknowledgement.
“he looks the same?” you answer back. izana gives you his infamous ominous smile, one that you don’t know whether you were in trouble or you’ve managed to fall into his good graces. and you hope to whoever was listening that it was the latter.
“but doesn’t he look very… enticing to you?”
you give izana a look. “izana, if you want me to tell kaku that you lik–” “not another word.” “fine.” you huff, izana smiles once more.
“i think you and kakucho would make a perfect pair. you both serve me efficiently so i believe that you and him are meant to be.”
the look you gave izana was one for the books. “where are you going with this, exactly?” izana smiles and shakes his head.
“i’m only giving you a choice, and i think it’s in your best interest to take it.” you blinked in confusion. “i’m gonna need you to speak japanese because what you’re saying is starting to sound like filipino.” izana raises an eyebrow at the response.
you sigh, “it means you’re not making any sense.”
izana laughs, pushing himself up from the crate that he sat on before dusting off his hands.
“right, i’m going on ahead and ensuring tenjiku is in top shape.” izana bids goodbye, walking away but turning his upper body towards you after some distance, the lower part of his coat swishing with the wind, making the scene much more dramatic than this was intended.
“just think about it, okay? i’ve seen the way my servant looks at you.”
“stop calling him that, we both know you care for him as a younger brother!”
he waves his hand with his back turned to you, walking away. “would you look at that, i can’t hear you anymore.”
“izana!”
after that very weird encounter with izana, you continued on with your week, trying not to think much of it.
“oi, (y/n)!”
you look back and waved at the new company. it has been three days since then.
“oh hey, ran.” you smile as he catches up to your pace, walking alongside you.
“do you have any plans today?” you shook your head. “‘m gonna head home, i think i can still cook something for dinner, why?”
“join tenjiku and i for dinner tonight, our treat, come on.” “eh? you don’t have to do that.” ran shakes his head with a smirk, “no seriously, izana told me to fetch you, said he wants to talk to you about something.“
you were beginning to get confused, sure you and izana were somewhat on decent terms but you don’t really expect to be having dinner with him or his little gang buddies, but who were you to say no to free food?
“where?” “some ramen place by the corner of this block.” ran slings an arm around your shoulder, luring you into the inside of the street.
“do i have a choice in this?” “depends if you want some rando to get beaten up by izana because you didn’t follow his orders.” the both of you laughed before you agreed, letting him lead you to the ramen shop.
once you both enter, you see izana and his heavenly kings in one booth, discussing amongst themselves. when rindou catches sight of you, he waves ran over and you can see the way rindou’s eyes kept flicking to the side, as if he were nonverbally telling ran something, and with the way those siblings worked, you wouldn’t be surprised if they did.
“ah right.” ran clasped his hands together before smirking. “there’s only one chair left so you’ll be separated.” a frown enters your face. why bother inviting you over if they’re just going to isolate you?
before you could voice out that you’d rather just head home and eat in the comfort of your own home than eat alone in public, you hear a deep voice apologize from behind you.
“sorry, i’m late.” izana tilts his head, the usual smile plastered on his face.
“it’s not like you to be tardy, kakucho.” you turn around to see the aforementioned standing behind you, a smile unintentionally enters your face, not slipping under tenjiku’s sharp eyes.
“oh? it looks like a booth just opened up.” it didn’t. mochi was just saving the seat for when you and kakucho arrived but you didn’t need to know that.
without another warning, you and kakucho were pushed into a booth by muto and shion, a goofy smirk on shion’s face was made evident when he pushed kakucho to sit in front of you.
kakucho, being caught off guard almost throws a punch but luckily his mismatched eyes caught sight of you looking at him and all plans to carve shion’s face in disappears.
“enjoy.” was all muto says before the two of them go back to the booth that the other tenjiku members were occupying.
once the two of you were alone, you gave kakucho another look before giving him a smile.
“hey.” you greet. kakucho nods in acknowledgement, lips subtly quirking up.
“hey.”
look. rindou wouldn’t call himself a nosy person– that’s a lie, he and his brother eat gossip up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, maybe even as a snack. but he isn’t nosy, he swear. (he has an innate talent of making himself seem indifferent.)
“ne, kakucho.” rindou asks as he sets down the dumbbell with a grunt. kakucho, who was working on bench presses, huffed out a reply. why he didn’t bother putting down the weight was beyond rindou.
“what do you think of (y/n)?” kakucho puts down the weight he was pressing as he sits up, “where is this coming from?” rindou plays it off cool as he sips his bottle of water.
“dunno, just thought i’d ask. she seems to be hanging out with tenjiku often. just wanted to know what your thoughts were.” kakucho looks at rindou warily. “you know she has a boyfriend, right?”
rindou did not know that. his eyes widened, he looked as if he wanted to ask kakucho for more information but kakucho was already preparing to do his next workout.
rindou will ask later, for now, he whips out his phone and messages ran.
[aniki, you won’t believe what i just found out.]
to say the next tenjiku intervention was annoying would be an understatement.
you’ve got all the heavenly kings’ eyes on your every move, trying to decipher out who your boyfriend was. at first, it was honestly quite funny having mochi converse with you and try to get you to talk about your love life– he failed.
next, you had shion try to woo you into his charms and that didn’t work, although the slap mark he presented when he walked around the warehouse was hilarious.
hell, even izana tried to find out who your boyfriend was, but in the end, it was for naught since he realized that he doesn’t need to ask you. he can just ask his servant himself.
“kakucho.” “yes?”
“who’s (y/n)’s boyfriend?” kakucho looks at izana with a blank expression before he focuses his attention on his phone.
“i’m not the person you should ask.”
having enough of the secrecy, it was ran who concocted a plan to find out who your boyfriend was.
it wasn’t as if they really cared that you were in a relationship, but they’ve dug so far out that they want to see something come out of it— read: they did not want to admit that they were bored and really curious to know. so they resorted to their last plan.
follow you around.
“madarame i swear if you won’t stop breathing down my neck–” “maybe if you give enough space, you’re taking it all you fucking gorilla–“
“rindou, are you sure that this is where (y/n) will be?” ran whispers, ignoring the chaos happening in the background. rindou nods, “saw it on (y/n)’s phone. the contact name was a heart but i didn’t manage to see the contact picture.”
they hear a huff from behind them, muto was squished between the squabbling mochi and madarame, he was this close to knocking their heads together just to shut them up.
“could’ve saved us a lot of trouble than having to stand and hide here for the past hour. why do we have to hide anyway? isn’t this still considered tenjiku’s terf?” muto’s question was left unanswered as the ran shushed everyone when he heard the door open.
the soft pitter patter of your feet was heard as you walked in further in the warehouse. they held their breaths, as another heavier pair of footsteps contrasted against your own.
rindou peers from one of the crates, squinting at his very best to figure out who you were with.
“what?! what do you see?” shion harshly whisper yells, if your ears were any sharper, you would’ve realized that you and your boyfriend were not alone.
“shion, shut the fuck up.” ran drags him by his hair and situates himself to where shion has just been.
“what do you see?”
rindou squints more, “can’t see them properly, but the guy is wearing a hoodie, the hood’s up. can’t see him properly but he’s built nice.” blinks and silence.
rindou glares at his colleagues. “what? it looks like he works out.”
“you got everything you need, baby?” they hear your voice ask, they all quiet down. waiting to hear your mystery man speak, hoping to at least hear his voice for further research.
it seems like your boyfriend only gave you a nod because they heard your voice once more, asking if he was ready to leave.
“wait.” your boyfriend whispers to you. your hand tightly held with his. “we’re not alone.”
before you can ask what he meant, you were startled when he let go of your hand and threw a wooden box to the metal crates where the rest of the tenjiku members hid.
they winced at both the vibration and the sound of the metal being hit.
“whoever you are, you have a minute to get the fuck out of here before i beat you up.” jaws were dropped by the tenjiku members once they realized who the voice belonged to.
it was ran who walked out first, wanting to confirm who your boyfriend was. the rest of the members barrelled out once they heard ran say,
“kakucho, you fucking bastard.”
bonus, before the revelation:
“babyy.” you whine as you stretch in kakucho’s embrace. kakucho smiles at you, mirth in his eyes as he drops his head down and presses a quick press on your forehead.
“izana was trying to get us together.” kaku huffs out a laugh, “i’ll tell him about us next week.” you nod, arms tightening around him as you find comfort in his embrace.
“the haitanis were acting weird too. i think i caught rindou looking at my phone when your text notified.” kakucho listened to your voice, rambling about how tenjiku was acting weird ever since they found out you had a boyfriend.
well, kakucho did tell rindou that you had one, but kakucho never denied that it was him. rindou never asked anyway, so he technically didn’t do anything wrong.
“you’re okay with them finding out that you’re with me, right?” kakucho asks, wanting assurance.
you cup his hands in response, pressing a soft, yet sweet kiss on his pouty lips in response.
“you’re all that i could ever ask for and more, kaku.” kakucho smiles, feeling undeserving of your love yet still holding you tight that he never wants to let go.
not that he’d let you go, either.
if his friends– or colleagues find out, who cares? he’d keep you private but he’d never deny you. too bad they didn't just ask, though.
note/s: gasps. two fics in one week? this is so not like me (let's enjoy my fic spurts while we can)
