Luna In Bonten ♪

30+/ Just a silly little tumblr about Tokyo Revengers~ [PfP - @marinelezard 💕 ]

[luna-in-bonten]

Welcome to my little corner of Bonten ٩( ᐛ )و

Hi there, I’m Luna – just a tired soul with too many feelings and way too many Tokyo Revengers thoughts to keep to myself.

Here, you’ll find soft headcanons, chaotic imagines, emotional rambles and maybe occasional request if inspiration (or caffeine) hits. I write mostly about the Haitanis, Shinichiro and whatever character is living rent-free in my head that day (yes, it’s often Rindou, and no, I’m not sorry 😌).

This blog is a safe space for daydreams, angst, comfort, found family, and everything in between. Feel free to say hi or drop a request – I don’t bite. Unless you hurt Shinichiro, then we have a problem.

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You can find me here on AO3 for longer fics and messy emotions in English.

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✨ Welcome to the chaos. I hope you’ll feel at home here. ✨

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Mikey winking at Shinichiro, being so sure he knows what to do before saying this

[hanja-mikii-deactivated20251214]

rindou my guy… you were the one who wanted to go fruit picking

Shion is so absolutely done with his ass, and yknow what I would be too

call Rindou the Heavenly King of Sidequests because he be doing everything BUT getting Ran a new Mont Blanc

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Dating advice from some of the tr guys

[bupyatina]

Happy birthday Rin-Rin!!

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Bonten Rindou when he get's pulled over by the police

[luna-in-bonten]

A Name You Didn’t Say

Characters: Bonten (ambiguous. Choose your fighter) x Reader Genre: Angst / Post-breakup / Emotional aftermath Warnings: Violence (implied), blood, trauma response, emotional distress, psychological tension, morally ambiguous relationship Note: You never see his name. I wanted it to feel like it could be any of them — and maybe that’s what makes it worse.

After one of the longest nights of your life, you let yourself slide down against your bedroom wall. A sigh escapes you — shaky, tired, full of doubt. You’re not sure you made the right decision. But you stayed. You didn’t call. You didn’t go back. And now… now all that’s left is the silence. And the ache in your chest that won’t shut up. Taking a deep breath, you check your phone — a dozen missed calls, just as many messages. Your hands shake as you turn it off. You’re not ready to deal with the consequences of what you did. You know it was the right choice. The rational one. But it hurts like hell anyway. You sit like that for who knows how long, memories of that wasted relationship flooding your mind. And the worst part ? You couldn’t even say you weren’t happy. You were. Most of the time. He was a loving man — with you, at least. Always telling you that you were his priority, that you’d be safe with him. And that was true. But… there was also the other side of the coin. There was always blood. On his hands, his shirt, his boots. Sometimes his. Most of the time… not. And honestly, you didn’t know what scared you the most. But you stayed. You were ready to be his safe place. You just never expected to become the collateral damage. You never stopped to think his lifestyle could ruin you. A sudden wave of nausea rises. It hits you out of nowhere — like your body decided it was done pretending. You press your forehead against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, trying to keep the images at bay. But they come anyway.

The street was quiet that night. You had only stepped out for a moment — just a quick walk to the nearest convenience store, some air. You didn’t even bring your phone. And then he was there. A stranger. Smiling the wrong way, standing too close, calling you by a name you hadn’t told him. You remember your hands shaking. The bag slipping from your fingers. You remember the sudden rush of footsteps. And then — chaos. The man was on the ground before you could even speak. A flash of movement. The sound of bone hitting concrete. Over and over and over. You don’t remember screaming. You just remember the silence that followed. And the blood. So much of it. You don’t know if the man lived. You don’t know if you want to know. All you know is that when he turned to you — your partner, the one who did it — there was no apology in his eyes, just relief. Like hurting someone was a small price to pay to keep you his. And that’s exactly when it hit you. You couldn’t live this life anymore. Once you were back at his place, still shaking while he acted calm — too calm — and yet checking on you every five minutes like he couldn’t decide if you were glass or fire… You went to his bedroom. Didn’t say a word. Just packed what you could into that old tote bag you’d left there. And when he finally caught up to you, when he grabbed your arm, voice rising in panic, forcing you to look at him — You didn’t cry. You didn’t yell. You just said, “I won’t survive you.”

The memory fades, but it leaves its weight behind — like your body’s still carrying the echo of it. Your legs ache. Your mouth is dry. And your chest is a locked box, sealed too tight to breathe right. You’re still sitting on the floor. The phone lies somewhere beside you. Switched off. Silent. And you don’t reach for it. You don’t even look. Instead, you push yourself up. Slowly. Your muscles complain, your balance wavers, but you move. You walk to the bathroom. No thoughts, no words. Just the sound of running water, and the quiet, stupid hope that maybe... the heat will wash some of it away.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Fairytale revengers version:

Pazuribe version:

[yasminusuxu]

:3

[kodekodema]

Haitani bros my favs~ (this is my old art)

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hc Shinichiro tried to lift Izana's helmet to put it on his head at one point during their ride

Trying to help him like before, gotta make sure baby bro is protected

[snnowwpheenix]

how each Tokyo Revengers man would react when their child waddles up and says:

“Mama threw up red stuff today. A lot.” (Spoiler: it was just spicy food. But they don’t know that yet.)

Mikey (Manjiro Sano)

“She WHAT?!”

Goes from half-asleep to full sprint like a switch flipped. Kicks open the bathroom door like he’s about to fight for your life.

“Babe?! Are you—oh… oh my god.”

You’re sniffling, red-faced, holding an empty takis bag. He stares, deadpan.

“…You ate hell snacks on an empty stomach again, didn’t you?”

Storms out, picks the kid up:

“She’s not dying. She’s just dumb.”

Still brings you water and rubs your back though.

Draken (Ken Ryuguji)

“...Red stuff?”

The blood drains from his face.

“Stay here, okay?” He sprints.

Finds you hunched by the sink, eyes watery.

“What’s wrong?! Are you okay?! Did you—”

You hiccup:

“I just— ate the chili noodles…”

He stares. Blinks. Sighs.

“I thought you were dying.”

Picks you up, plops you on the couch, and bans spicy food for a week.

Takemichi Hanagaki

“Wait—WHAT?! RED?!”

Fully spirals. He thinks you’re bleeding internally. Calls your phone. Doesn’t wait for an answer. Runs into walls getting to you.

“BABE, ARE YOU—oh my god…”

You’re holding a tissue with red-orange sauce on it, looking guilty.

“It was the hot wings…”

He falls to his knees, dramatically clutching his chest.

“Don’t EVER scare me like that again.”

Chifuyu Matsuno

Freezes mid-sip of coffee.

“Red… stuff?”

Puts the mug down, calmly but quickly walks to the room. Bursts in with full cat-dad panic.

“Are you okay?! Are you hurt?! Bleeding?!”

You: “No! No—Chifuyu, it was the spicy ramen. I overdid it!”

He lets out a breath like he aged ten years.

“You can’t do that. My soul left my body for a sec.”

Cuddles you hard and makes you drink milk immediately.

Kazutora Hanemiya

“Red?! Like… blood?!”

Eyes wide, he’s gone. Sprints to find you. Doesn't even put on slippers. Just pure chaos and panic.

“Baby?! Where?! What—?”

Finds you wiping your mouth with red-stained tissues. You: “Just ate too many jalapeños…”

Collapses onto the wall.

“You better tell your kid it was Sriracha, not stomach lining.”

Baji Keisuke

“Huh?! SHE WHAT?!”

Absolutely crashes into the bathroom like a wild animal, yelling:

“WHAT’S WRONG?!”

You: “Baji! I just ate spicy dumplings too fast! I’m not dying!”

He pauses… looks at your red mouth. Looks at the kid.

“Don’t scare me like that!! I was about to call the ER!”

Stays close and pats your back with a very light hand, muttering curses at chili oil.

Mitsuya Takashi

“She what now?”

Keeps calm—for the kid’s sake. But internally? Pure dread.

Walks fast, trying not to sprint. Opens the door—

“Love? Are you okay?”

You: “It was the curry! I went overboard!”

Relieved sigh. He chuckles softly.

“You scared the hell out of me.”

Helps clean up, makes you tea, and gives the kid a gentle lesson:

“Let’s say ‘mama’s tummy hurt’ next time, okay?”

Hakkai Shiba

“WHAT?! RED STUFF?!”

Nearly trips running to you. Screaming your name the whole time.

“Are you alive?! Are you—wait… what the…”

You wave weakly, sipping milk.

“I had some ghost pepper noodles... Not my best idea.”

He drops to the floor like he just survived a war.

“Don’t do that again. Or I’m eating them with you next time.”

Taiju Shiba

“...She threw up what?”

He’s out the door before the kid finishes the sentence. Kicks it open. Yells like a commander:

“What happened?! Where does it hurt?!”

You: “I’m fine! It was just spicy food!”

He freezes, mid-rage.

“You ate that junk again? Didn’t I tell you not to—” But then he sighs and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Come on. You’re drinking water and lying down. Now.”

Hanma Shuji

“Red stuff? Oh, hell no.”

He actually thinks you’ve been possessed or bleeding out.

Busts in like he’s on an episode of Ghost Hunters.

“BABE?! You bleeding?! Dying?!”

You: “No—it was the ghost pepper salsa—!”

He pauses, grins, and snorts.

“That’s my spicy queen.”

Still makes you sit down and offers to “taste-test all future hot stuff like your poison tester.”

Kisaki Tetta

“Red stuff?” Adjusts glasses, dead serious.

“Stay here. Don’t move.” Goes full CSI mode. Fast, calculating. Knows this could be nothing — but what if it's not?

Finds you groaning, a half-empty takeout box beside you.

“Tetta… I ate spicy udon again…”

He groans. Takes off his jacket and throws it over you.

“Don’t ever let our kid report your spicy habits like that again.”

Angry (Souya Kawata)

“WHAT?! RED?!”

Instant panic. Looks pale. His voice cracks:

“Sh-she’s bleeding?!”

Runs in, practically crying— You: “No! No no no, I just ate too many chili fries…”

He literally has to sit down, head in his hands.

“I thought I was gonna lose you…”

Wraps you in a gentle hug and makes sure you’re okay every five minutes for the next two hours.

Smiley (Nahoya Kawata)

Bursts out laughing—but it’s nervous.

“Red stuff?! Haha! What, like ketchup? Or blood???”

Child: “It was a lot!”

Okay now he’s sprinting.

“Babe?! You good?!”

Finds you looking miserable and sweaty with a bottle of Tapatío in hand.

“You need an intervention.”

Grabs milk, fans you with a dish towel, and says, “One day, your spice addiction’s gonna kill me.”

Izana Kurokawa

“Red… what?”

Immediately stiffens. Doesn’t speak. Just walks. Fast. Too quiet.

Finds you on the couch, sniffling from the heat.

“I—tried Korean fire noodles again…”

He exhales, kneels in front of you.

“You almost gave me a heart attack.”

Tells the child to always clarify: “Was it food? Or real pain?” next time.

Kakucho

“She WHAT?!”

Panics instantly. Practically teleports to you.

“Where are you hurt?! Show me!”

You hold up a pepper-covered chip and look miserable.

“It was this stupid new salsa—”

He groans in relief, scoops you into his lap like you’re fragile.

“Don’t scare me like that again… I’ll make you soup instead.”

Inupi (Seishu Inui)

“Red? Wait, she’s vomiting blood?!”

He’s pale. Already grabbing keys. Already planning the ER route.

Runs in and sees you panting, eyes watery, cup of water in hand.

You: “Chili ramen. I didn’t think it’d be that spicy…”

He sighs so hard it sounds like he aged five years.

“You're banned from spice. Officially.”

Still sits beside you the whole time and strokes your hair.

Koko (Hajime Kokonoi)

“Red stuff? …Is she okay?”

Eyes sharp. He's cool on the surface, but internally spiraling.

“Stay here. I’ll check.”

Finds you in the kitchen, red sauce splattered on a napkin.

You: “Ate that dragon spice packet by accident…”

He stares. Then just shakes his head and mutters:

“We’re throwing that away.”

Brings you cold milk, pats your back, and tips the kid $10 for the "early alert system."

Ran Haitani

“Red WHAT now?”

Immediately bolts. He’s joking until he sees you.

“Oh, sh*t—Babe, are you okay?! Did you—”

You weakly hold up a bottle of habanero sauce.

“Wrong bottle.”

He clutches his chest.

“That child made me think you died.”

Still carries you bridal style to the couch like the drama king he is.

Rindou Haitani

“Red? Like... for real red?!”

Starts pacing like he’s on a murder scene. Full anxiety spiral.

“I swear if it’s that ghost pepper ramen again…”

Finds you burping fire and crying.

You: “It was the limited-edition demon ramen... again.”

He sighs, brings ice cream, and kisses your head.

“You really love hurting yourself, huh?”

[luna-in-bonten]

🌙 Luna’s Masterlist

(Updated: 31st August 2025)

Welcome to my little archive of chaos and comfort 💜 All my one-shots & drabbles are listed here by character.

➡️ Feel free to dive in, scream in the tags, or drop by with a request !

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Rindou Haitani:

⟡ “I didn’t know you cooked.” - Slice of life, teasing, fluff, established relationship.

⟡ No Map, No Light - Supernatural (not the show), urban fantasy, hurt/comfort, dry humor.

⟡ Die with a Smile - Angst, hurt-comfort, apocalyptic romance, end of the world.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Shinichiro Sano:

⟡ Do you wanna be my fake fiancé ? - Slice of life, fake dating AU, fluff, romcom vibes, soft chaos.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Ran Haitani:

⟡ Fifteen Roses, and Then Some - Fluff, slice of life, post-argument, apology scene, mild teasing.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Chifuyu Matsuno:

⟡ "There were only three beds" - Fluff, humor, light mutual pining, modern AU, slight chaos, sleep-sharing trope.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Bonten:

⟡ A Name You Didn’t Say - Angst, post-breakup, emotional aftermath

[kunaiiikittennn]

loser!shinichiro who trips over his own feet the first time he lays eyes on you.

man straight up collided with a lamp post, rubbernecking to stare at you.

he broke his nose.

lied.

claimed it happened in a fight.

loser!shinichiro asks everyone for advice on how to 'woo' a woman, even stooping as low to ask mikey n his buddies.

(they're just as clueless)

loser!shinichiro fumbles hard when you enter his bike shop, almost swallowing his tongue.

you giggle, eyes crinkling at the corners. his knees buckle.

loser!shinichiro bravely musters the courage to ask for your number.

you give him a fucking riddle instead.

a game of hangman—cruel and unusual punishment—challenging him to unscramble the ten digit number to contact you.

shin gives himself a tiny bald spot from pulling his hair out.

loser!shinichiro who nearly gives up entirely, losing count of the attempts he's made. thousands of texts, calls, no results to show for it.

snagged an old lady—unwillingly.

but not you.

loser!shinichiro who gets ripped on endlessly by wakasa and benkei about how god awful he is with women.

betting that you gave him a string of random numbers.

wakasa later lost 7,390 yen to benkei.

loser!shinichiro whose heart stops when he hears your voice, airy and haunting. spinning in circles to locate the source.

there across the street at a bakery, dress billowing in the breeze—in all your ethereal beauty, drawing him in like a magnet.

your eyes lock.

his feet carry him to your side, you crack a smile. soft. genuine. liked you'd been waiting for him.

"took you long enough."

"mock me later."

(you do. it's the opening line of your vows at your wedding.)

loser!shinichiro shuts you up with a kiss. hard and demanding. sweeping you off your feet.

and not a soul believes him when he says he finally got a girlfriend.

until you walk in; make a beeline to shin, grab his collar to kiss the daylights out of him. everyone's eyes bug out like they just witnessed a meteor strike the earth.

(he's still saved in your phone as 'that one weirdo')

kunaiiikittennn 𖹭 i hate this man so much ᝰ.ᐟ

[weird-revenger]

Fluffy Alpaca Wakasa~

Don't repost, only reblog

[luna-in-bonten]

"There were only three beds"

(Yep, two posts today)

🐾Characters: (Adult) Chifuyu Matsuno x GN!Reader (Featuring Baji Keisuke & Kazutora Hanemiya)

🐾Genre: Fluff, humor, light mutual pining, modern AU, slight chaos, sleep-sharing trope

🐾Warnings: Mild swearing, mentions of yelling, embarrassment overdose, no actual smut or suggestiveness, but close proximity and one bed scenario (also: Chifuyu being a genuinely soft boy and Baji being Baji™)

Chifuyu placed a hand on Baji's forearm, ready to stop his friend from lunging at the receptionist’s throat, his voice steady.

"What do you mean there’s no reservation ? My friend said he booked everything."

You turned your head slowly toward Kazutora. Both of you were already starting to sweat. Mouthing: “You were the one in charge of the hotel !” Kazutora looked positively offended, mouthing back: “No, you !” And that's when you understood how fucked you were. Baji was still fuming at the unfazed receptionist while Chifuyu tried to act like the responsible adult — which was almost true. Sure, you were all technically adults, but sometimes you wondered if the four of you didn’t just share a single brain cell.

"Okay," the receptionist muttered, eyes still on his computer. "The hotel’s pretty full this time of year… but we still have three single rooms available."

Chifuyu frowned, and Baji spat out his next words.

"Yeah, but we’re four, you stupi—"

Without thinking, you slapped his arm lightly. He immediately closed his eyes, clearly realizing he wasn’t fifteen anymore and couldn’t just insult people without consequences. Kazutora cleared his throat, still sweating from his — or maybe your — mistake. He mumbled as he caught sight of the price for the three rooms. A good chunk of your savings would go into this one night, but you were all exhausted.

"Okay, cool. But where exactly is the fourth person sleeping ?" The receptionist rolled his eyes and replied instantly: "Well, usually we can lend a futon, but we’re currently out of stock. So I don’t know — you could think about sharing a bed. Or sleeping on the floor.”

You shared a look, and the color drained from your face the second you heard Baji’s words: "Guys, I have an idea."

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And that’s how you ended up glaring at the single bed while Chifuyu was changing into his pajamas inside the tiny bathroom — so tiny you could hear him bump into everything. The room assignments had been decided with a good old game of rock-paper-scissors. But you, Kazutora, and Chifuyu all agreed to leave Baji out of it — He didn’t go around punching people anymore — not his friends, at least — but you all still feared a good kick to the ass in the middle of the night. And then Kazutora won against Chifuyu. And then he won against you. The truth was: you were kind of glad to share a room with Chifuyu. You’d had that stupid “little” crush on him since your teenage years. But you were also mad. And stressed. Because of that stupid crush. Chifuyu came out of the bathroom rubbing his shoulder, hair slightly damp and sticking out in every direction. He blinked once. Looked at the bed. Then at you. Then back at the bed. You did the same. Silence.

“So… uh,” he started, tugging lightly at the hem of his hoodie. “Do you want… the left side ? Or the right ?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Does it make a difference ?”

He smiled awkwardly, cheeks faintly pink.

“No, I guess not. I just— I don’t wanna kick you off the bed or something.” “You’re not Baji, ‘Fuyu.”

That made him snort. You both stood there for a few seconds too long before silently agreeing that yes, maybe it was time to actually lie down and pretend this wasn’t the single most awkward moment of your entire year. As Chifuyu sat down on the too-small bed, you made a tactical retreat into the tiny bathroom to change into your own pajamas and quickly wash up — even the sink felt comically small. When you came back into the room, Chifuyu was now lying down, his phone charging on the bedside table. As slim as he was, he still took up half the bed, and your heart nearly stopped at the realization that you were going to be really close. Like, no-escape close. Tugging at the waistband of your shorts, you finally sat down and lay on your side. The silence was heavy. Chifuyu was tense. You were tense. The bed creaked in solidarity.

“I… uh… I’ll switch the lights off,” you mumbled.

You reached over and clicked the switch. The room was now almost pitch-black, saved only by the soft moonlight filtering through the poorly closed curtains. As you started to relax, the stress of the day — and Baji’s yelling in the car — slowly began to catch up to you. You shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, and that’s when it happened: your back brushed against Chifuyu’s… and so did your butt. Your eyes shot open. You. Were. Butt. Against. Butt. You turned around faster than the speed of light, your movements jerky and dramatic — and of course, you heard Chifuyu chuckle. He was still a little tense, but your panicked flailing seemed to loosen him up a bit.

“You want me to sleep on the floor ?” he asked, turning to face you, a soft, tired smile tugging at his lips. “No,” you sighed, “you drove all day while Baji screamed at every single car on the road, and I was yapping non-stop with Tora. You definitely deserve the bed. And a trophy. Honestly, maybe I should—"

Before you could finish, Chifuyu shifted closer. His arm slid gently around your waist, not forceful, just… there. Natural. Comfortable. Almost confident.

“Nah,” he mumbled, voice already thick with exhaustion. “I’d be an asshole if I let you sleep on the floor.”

You blinked, frozen for half a second — then relaxed into him without thinking. The bed was small. His chest was warm. Your heart was loud. But the silence that settled between you felt good. Chifuyu didn’t move again — didn’t tease, didn’t explain — he just stayed there, one arm around you, the other resting on the pillow. And slowly, you both drifted off to sleep. The bed was small. The space between them, smaller.

[luna-in-bonten]

Die with a Smile

🌟Characters: Haitani Rindou x F!OC (Marie — but written in a lightly generic way, with no physical description aside from her name and use of she/her, so you can easily project yourself if you’d like) 🌟Genre: Angst / Hurt-Comfort / Apocalyptic Romance 🌟Warnings: End of the world / Implied apocalypse, emotional content (goodbyes, death, existential themes), swearing, brief mention of alcohol (non-consumed), soft intimacy (kissing, holding), slow emotional breakdown

🌟Note: This is a very personal piece written when I wasn't at my best. And it helped me in a weird way. This is their last dance — quite literally. You’ll need tissues. 🖼️Art (at the end) by @/princessmanjikai 💜

Marie breathes slowly, the song from her and Rindou’s first dance at their wedding, Die with a Smile, playing on repeat on her phone, both of them watching the meteor grow slightly bigger with each passing minute. The beer next to Rindou is strangely untouched, his hand resting on Marie's hip, keeping her close by his side. She shifts and rests her head on his shoulder, her eyes still glued to the sky.

"You know, I used to think that at the end — the very, very end — you’d be completely dead drunk. I’m glad I was wrong… heh. Funny how we used to look at the sky because it was soothing. Now it’s just… dreadful."

She snorts at her own words, feeling the lump in her stomach tighten. The young woman gets up, adjusts her dress, and turns up the volume on her phone. She twirls on herself, singing without a single care in the world.

"‘I just woke up from a dream, where you and I had to say goodbye’…"

She turns to face Rindou, smiling softly, extending a hand.

"A last dance, Mr.Haitani ? "

She can’t help but keep singing under her breath, the words strangely comforting, still waiting for his decision.

"'If the world was ending, I’d wanna be next to you. If the party was over and our time on Earth was through, I’d wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile’~ "

Rindou frowned slightly, watching the way she twirled and sang. His heart pounded in his chest, the weight of their reality sinking in. This was it. The end; and there was nothing they could do about it. Yet still, he found himself smiling — a soft, warm smile, devoid of his usual smugness.

"Really, babe ?" he asked, his voice steadier than he felt. "A last dance ? You’re such a romantic."

Ignoring the untouched beer beside him, he stood to his full height, dusting off his jeans. Seeing Marie’s outstretched hand, he took it and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her, firm and protective.

"Alright, Mrs. Haitani. One last dance."

His voice was barely a whisper as he swayed with her, his face just inches from hers. His heart ached with a quiet, unspoken pain — but he couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not when she was still here. Still smiling. Still singing. As he guided her gently through the dance, he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead, closing his eyes and soaking in the moment. The night was quiet, save for the haunting song floating through the air. Despite everything, he found a strange peace. He had her and that was enough. Right until the end.

"Damn, baby," he murmured, "it’s gonna be one hell of a bang, huh ? Can’t fucking believe it… But as long as I’m with you, I wouldn’t mind dying a million times over."

Rindou’s voice cracked slightly, but he held it together, focusing on the warmth of her body against his. He pulled her even closer, arms tightening around her. The world was ending but she was here, in his arms. And that was everything.

"No matter what," he whispered, "I’ll always be by your side. You’ve been my whole world. So if it’s ending… I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but right here. With you."

She closed her eyes, letting his words wash over her, and nuzzled against his chest, still dancing. Her arms tightened around him, leaving no space between them, her heartbeat syncing with his. She stayed silent for a moment, then opened her eyes. Their families were now in the backyard too. Her dads were dancing together, smiling through tears, whispering final words of love. Ran and Atena were hugging tightly, the older Haitani holding her like he’d never let go. Marie’s brothers, Mao and Leigh, simply sat next to each other, holding hands — as if passing courage from one to the other. Marie pulled away slightly, flinching at the sudden bang overhead.

"I love you, Rin. Thank you for the life you gave me… first as my best friend, then as the best partner I could’ve ever asked for. I’d do it all again, over and over, without changing a single thing."

Still swirling with him, she placed her hand gently on his cheek. Her heart beat faster in fear, tears slipping down her face as more bangs echoed through the sky.

"I just wish we had more time."

She paused, eyes fluttering shut for an instant.

"Hey… if there’s such a thing as an afterlife; another Earth, another universe, promise me we’ll find each other again."

She leaned in and kissed him, trembling ever so slightly.

"Hold me till death do us part."

Rindou’s heart pounded in his chest as he listened to her heartfelt words. The weight of it all was overwhelming, and a lump rose in his throat.

“Marie…”

He paused, his voice barely a whisper.

“I love you too,” he breathed. “More than words can describe. I’m glad it was you. Through all the shit we’ve been through… it was always you.”

The sounds of the impending disaster grew louder, the ground beneath them trembling slightly. Still, he held her tighter, his forehead resting gently against hers.

“I promised you forever,” he murmured, emotion thick in his voice. “I didn’t realize forever would be so short…”

He let out a bitter chuckle, arms tightening around her.

“And yes,” he added, eyes locking with hers, “If there’s an afterlife… another Earth, another universe; I promise you, I’ll find you. No matter what. I’ll find you again, Marie.”

His words were a vow. A promise. A sacred oath. As the sounds grew deafening and the ground shook beneath their feet, he kissed her again — sealing that promise with trembling lips. Suddenly, a blinding light flooded the sky, brighter than the sun, casting sharp, surreal shadows over everything around them. He held onto her like she was all that kept him tethered to existence.

“Squeeze your eyes shut, baby,” he whispered against her mouth, the light intensifying. “Just hold on a little longer…”

And then… The world shook one last time. In an instant, everything was swallowed by silence and darkness. The world, as they knew it, was gone. The last thing Rindou remembered was the warmth of her body in his arms, the scent of her hair, the taste of her lips, and the rhythm of her heartbeat syncing with his; right until the very end.