The first time you met Manjiro Sano, you had no idea who he was.
Well, correction: you knew he was someone. The guy had swagger, an aura of danger, white hair that looked too pretty for his attitude, and an expression like the world bored him to death.
What you didn’t know was that he was that Manjiro Sano. Bonten’s leader. Japan’s most dangerous crime boss. Someone who could literally blink and make people disappear.
And you? You were a barista. Working the morning shift, half-asleep, armed with nothing but caffeine and sarcasm.
So when the man strutted in, cut the entire line, and leaned against the counter with an arrogant tilt of his head—you didn’t even flinch.
"You gonna pay for that coffee? Or are you just here to stand around and look mysterious?"
The room went dead silent.
You didn’t notice the flinch from the guy in the suit behind him. Or how the woman next to you suddenly ducked.
Mikey, however, blinked.
His head tilted. Just slightly. He looked you over. And for the first time in years, his lips twitched.
"What if I like standing around?"
You squinted. "Then stand over there. After you pay."
He paid. Silently. Didn’t say another word. But he came back the next day. And the next. And the one after that.
Sometimes he ordered the same drink. Sometimes he just stared at you, sat in a booth, arms crossed, like you were a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.
You ignored him. Mostly. Gave him nicknames like "pouty gremlin" or "white-haired menace" under your breath.
Until one day, you saw him again. Not in the café. Not in his fancy coat.
He was bleeding.
It was a rainy night, and you were walking home when you found him slouched in an alley, breathing heavy, eyes sharp even through the pain.
"Oh my god—are you okay?"
He looked up. Recognized you. Still tried to play it cool.
"It's nothing."
"Nothing?! You look like you got run over by a truck. Twice."
You dragged him to your apartment. Cleaned him up. Forced him to sit still.
"You know, for someone who looks like a villain, you bleed like everyone else."
He snorted. "You talk too much."
"And you sulk too much."
He didn’t leave for a while. Slept on your couch. Ate your instant ramen. Watched movies with a permanent scowl, until he started actually laughing.
And one day, out of nowhere, he just—
"You’re mine now."
You looked up from your cereal. "Huh?"
Mikey didn’t even blink. "You’re mine. Don’t make me repeat it."
"Is that your version of a proposal or a threat?"
"Yes."
And somehow, from that moment on, he just... never left.
The Bonten execs were horrified. Some were in denial. Sanzu needed a week to recover.
But Mikey? Mikey was obsessed. Protective. Clingy.
He dragged you into his world, but made sure you were untouchable.
The first time someone called you "Mrs. Sano," you almost spit out your drink.
But Mikey just nodded proudly. Arm around your waist. Dead serious.
ᯓ tags│age gap (legal ofc), inexperienced reader, mention of drugs, possessive behavior, jealousy, smut, missionary, doggy, matingpress, size kink, manhandling, dirty talk, fingers in mouth, overstimulation, safe word, edging, choking, pinning, oral, bj, hair pulling, bdsm│word count : 5k
─ SANZU HARUCHIYO
sanzu keeps finding himself thinking about you during meetings, during jobs, during long nights. at first, he tells himself it's curiosity - then obsession. by the time he realizes it's love, it's already far too late. you're living in his head rent-free, and every attempt he makes to ignore it only makes it worse.
the age gap bothers him more than it bothers you. because he genuinely believes you're too good for him. he's spent years surrounded by violence, crime. meanwhile, you have a normal life, normal friends, normal worries. when he looks at you, it's like looking through a window into a life he never got to have.
despite his reputation, he's surprisingly soft around you. not in a weak way - just different. there are sides of him that nobody else gets to see. he lets you see his exhaustion. lets you see those rare moments when the weight of everything catches up to him. on nights when he comes home tired, he'll rest his head in your lap and close his eyes while you play with his hair.
he acts annoyed when you worry about him, but secretly he loves it. every text asking if he got home safely. every reminder to eat. every time you tell him to get more sleep. nobody has taken care of him like that in years.
sometimes he'll read your messages while sitting in a room full of dangerous men and feel something painfully warm settle in his chest. he won't answer right away - he likes pretending he's cooler than he is but everyone around him notices how much softer his expression gets whenever your name appears on his phone.
sanzu becomes ridiculously protective, though he tries very hard not to be controlling. there's a difference, and he knows it. he understands that you're your own person. he respects your independence. but that doesn't stop him from worrying constantly.
every time you mention going somewhere alone at night, he immediately starts asking questions. every time you take too long to answer a text, he has to physically stop himself from checking whether something happened to you. he trusts you completely.
one of his favorite things is listening to you talk. genuinely listening. you could spend twenty minutes explaining workplace drama, a movie you watched, a random fact you learned online, and he'd sit there absorbing every word. half the time he has no idea why he's so interested. logically, none of it should matter.
compared to the things he deals with daily, your stories are insignificant. but because they're yours, he hangs onto every detail. weeks later he'll casually bring up something you mentioned once and you'll stare at him in surprise because you forgot all about it. meanwhile, he remembered every word.
he develops a habit of buying you things whenever he sees something that reminds him of you. sometimes it's expensive jewelry. sometimes it's a snack from a convenience store. the price doesn't matter. what matters is that he saw it and immediately thought of you.
his apartment slowly fills with evidence of this habit. little trinkets, books, flowers. random gifts with no special occasion attached. when you ask why he keeps bringing you things, he shrugs and mumbles something about having money to waste. the truth is much simpler: he likes seeing you smile.
jealousy is one of sanzu's worst traits, and unlike some people, he doesn't hide it well at all. in fact, sometimes it feels like he doesn't even try. the second he notices someone getting a little too comfortable with you, his entire demeanor changes, his smile disappears, his patience vanishes. suddenly every little thing irritates him. he doesn't sit quietly and pretend everything is fine because everything is not fine.
he'll insert himself into the situation immediately, draping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side, interrupting conversations, making it painfully obvious that he's unhappy. the problem isn't that he doesn't trust you. he does. it's other people he doesn't trust. unfortunately, when his temper gets involved, that distinction isn't always obvious.
it causes arguments more often than either of you would like. sanzu can be surprisingly sensitive when it comes to you, and jealousy has a habit of dragging every insecurity he has straight to the surface. he'll get irritated over things you consider harmless.
he loves domestic moments more than he'd ever admit. grocery shopping together, cooking dinner, arguing over what movie to watch. falling asleep on opposite sides of the couch because neither of you intended to nap. these moments mean more to him than expensive dates or grand gestures. his entire life is built around danger and unpredictability. with you, things are simple.
there are moments when he looks at you and feels almost overwhelmed by how much he loves you. moments when you're laughing at something stupid, moments when you're half-asleep and mumbling nonsense. his chest actually aches because the feeling is too big, too much. he spent years believing he wasn't capable of loving someone normally. then you came along and proved him wrong.
if anyone ever asked him what his favorite thing about you is, he'd probably scoff and refuse to answer. but privately, the answer would be easy. it's the fact that you see him as a person first. not a monster - just him. and for someone who has spent most of his life being viewed through the lens of violence and chaos, that kind of love feels almost miraculous. even after years together, there are still moments when he catches himself looking at you and thinking the exact same thing:
I can't believe you're real.
sanzu's addiction is probably the thing that scares him most once he falls in love with you. before you, he could ignore the damage he was doing to himself. he didn't care enough to stop. if he woke up miserable, if his body paid the price, if he spiraled, that was his problem. but then you happen.
suddenly there is someone whose face he wants to see tomorrow, someone he wants to come home to, someone whose hands he wants to hold ten years from now. he doesn't magically recover because of love. that's not how addiction works. there are setbacks, bad days, moments where he pushes you away because he's ashamed of himself.
but you're one of the few people who sees the difference between the ruthless bonten executive and the exhausted man underneath. you never treat him like a project to fix, you don't lecture him, you don't try to save him single-handedly - you just stay.
moving to his intimate side, sanzu is the type of man who worships you during sex. the first time he sees you undressed, he can't take his eyes off of you. because of his life, he is more on experienced so he knows what he's doing. once sanzu finds out that you haven't been with anyone before - he makes sure to take care of you more delicately.
he enjoys giving more than receiving for sure and can stay between your legs for hours until you physically can't take it anymore. sanzu hates to admit how much he loves when you're desperate for him. that's why he denies your orgasm quite often to see you fall apart under him.
"haru- please, too much." tears are falling apart from the corner of your eyes as you beg for him to let you cum. sanzu keeps pushing all the right buttons - he's circling your clit, hitting that one spot with his long fingers and licking your cunt nonstop. but then he suddenly stops to look up at you - you're a babbling mess, chanting his name like a prayer and begging for release.
you expect him to be mean about it - but he's not. he would rather die than degrade you during your most vulnerable state.
"you're doin' so good, baby, jus' one more f'me." he praises, his voice vibrating throughout your whole body.
sanzu has a staring problem generally - and it shows during sex as well. sometimes he gets distracted when he sees you, hair messy, face flushed, lips red and bruised and he gets so hard. when you also look back at him and hold eye-contact - sanzu takes it as a challenge and will not look away until he makes you lose.
when he's in a good mood - he likes to tease and make you shy. for example, when your legs are on his shoulders as he pounds into you, you're completely open for him. your eyes are rolling back from the pleasure, your tits are moving up and down and you feel like a mess.
"you look so perfect, baby- fuck, so tight f'me, yeah?"
your face gets even more red at his words and you try to hide your face in your hands but sanzu doesn't let you - he will spread your legs apart and get closer to your face - pinning both of your hands on top of your head and keeps thrusting in and out.
"don' hide from me, sweetheart- wanna look at you."
however, sanzu also loves when you're the one making him flustered especially when he doesn't expect it. he could be working on some documents and you suddenly appear out of nowhere, dressed in his clothes, sitting on top of his lap. at first, he smiles at the sight - his favorite girl showing affection. but when you start making out with him, trailing kisses on his neck and softly grinding on his bulge - sanzu's in heaven.
the papers are long forgotten as he wraps his hands around your waist and helps you move better - his cheeks turn pink like his hair and he gets all whiny and loud. "fuck- baby, you feel so good!" sanzu praises as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him to shut him up.
his favorite position is whatever lets him be as close to you as possible. yes, he enjoys everything you two do together but sanzu is desperate to hold, kiss and bite you. he loves hiding his face in the crook of your neck the most as he pounds into you, leaving marks all over your throat as he smells your scent, hears your moans, taste your skin.
─ RAN HAITANI
the age gap becomes a source of endless teasing. not because he's trying to make you uncomfortable, but because he finds your reactions adorable. every time you call him old, he gasps dramatically like you've mortally wounded him. every birthday becomes an opportunity for you to make a joke about his age and for him to spend the rest of the day pretending he's the victim.
meanwhile, he's secretly very fond of the difference in life experience between you. not in a controlling way - he actually loves hearing your perspective on things. sometimes you'll say something simple, something obvious, and he'll find himself staring because you've managed to make him look at a situation differently.
because he owns multiple clubs and nightlife businesses through bonten's operations, his schedule is unusual. he's often awake when everyone else is asleep and asleep when everyone else is working. yet somehow, he always makes time for you. if that means leaving a club early, he'll leave early. if that means canceling plans, he'll cancel them.
you're more important to him. soon you realize this man, who has entire businesses depending on him, keeps abandoning meetings because you asked if he wanted to get lunch. physical affection comes naturally to him. he's not shy - if he wants to hold your hand, he'll hold your hand. he doesn't think twice about it, doesn't matter if you're in public or not.
his hand is always resting on your knee while you're sitting together, his fingers brushing against yours while walking. his arm draped over the back of your chair. that's just how he is. he likes being close to you.
despite all the teasing, he's actually very attentive. ran notices everything. people often underestimate how observant he is because he acts so relaxed, but he's constantly paying attention. he notices when you're tired before you mention it. notices when you're stressed. notices when your smile seems forced. notices when something is bothering you.
the difference is that he doesn't always address it directly. instead, he'll find little ways to make things easier. maybe he brings your favorite food home. maybe he cancels plans so the two of you can spend the evening together. maybe he distracts you until you're laughing despite yourself. he understands that not every problem can be solved, but he likes making your bad days a little better.
bonten members are used to seeing ran flirt with everyone. they're used to his jokes and his charm. what they're not used to seeing is genuine affection because the version of ran they know is always performing a little bit. then you come along and suddenly he's smiling differently - more soft and warm.
rindou acts annoyed by his brother's antics, but secretly enjoys watching him be happy. the teasing goes both ways. if ran is spending too much time texting you, rindou points it out. if ran cancels plans because you're free that evening, rindou points it out. if ran starts smiling at his phone during a meeting, rindou definitely points it out.
"she texted you, didn't she?"
"mind your business."
despite all the teasing, rindou genuinely likes you. mostly because you're one of the few people capable of getting ran to slow down occasionally. he's spent years watching his brother throw himself into dangerous situations and seeing someone become important enough for ran to think about consequences is reassuring.
one thing about ran is that he absolutely loves sleep. this man can nap anywhere and once you're together, he becomes shameless about using you as a pillow. you'll be sitting on a couch watching television and suddenly there's a head in your lap. you'll be reading a book and feel him leaning against your shoulder. you'll wake up from a nap and discover he's somehow taken up most of the available space despite claiming he wasn't tired twenty minutes ago.
beneath all the jokes and teasing, though, there is a side of ran very few people ever see. despite his confidence, despite how relaxed he appears, he's not immune to fear. he knows exactly what kind of life he lives. he knows how dangerous bonten is. that's why he is always worried about your safety and it's a number one priority for him.
there are moments where you'll catch glimpses of the side of him very few people ever see. usually late at night when you're both lying awake in bed and neither of you feels like sleeping yet. those are the moments where the jokes fade away - where his voice gets quieter, he talks about things he normally keeps buried: childhood memories, regrets, fears. despite how confident he appears, ran carries loneliness too. years of it. and when he trusts you enough to show those parts of himself.
years into the relationship, he'll still look at you the same way he did in the beginning. still reach for your hand automatically. still pull you into his lap during movie nights, still bury his face in your shoulder when he's exhausted, still abandon important plans just because spending time with you sounds more appealing.
ran haitani in bed is something else. he already makes you feel special enough everyday but during sex - he makes you feel heavenly. oh, he knoooows what he's doing. ran is the type that talks you through it for sure. he talks, he teases, he does not shut up. no matter how many times you've gotten intimate - he doesn't fail to make you flustered and shy every single time.
ran is a tall, big man. he's also very strong and can manhandle you however he wishes. he does everything in his power to make you moan louder than before. he feeds off of it.
"like how I fuck you, baby?" he whispers in your ear from behind while pressing his chest down at your back. he's thrusting slow but hard - he goes so deep, you feel him in your tummy. ran slides down a hand to feel himself moving in and out of you. if you don't respond - he stops, cups your face and demands an answer.
"ran, please- don't stop!" you feel frustrated at the loss of an orgasm but once you do as he says - ran continues, pounding even deeper than before, stretching you out so much that your eyes roll back. his hand starts circling your clit and you start to see stars, release taking over you as he fucks you through it. ran haitani likes to take his time during sex. just like sanzu, he also edges you to your limit until you fall apart but he always leaves you satisfied in the end and it makes everything worth it.
most of the time you have sex with ran, you end up in cloud state. if you were shy and hesitant before, now you're babbling nonsense, begging for more - and he never disappoints. he loves to hear you beg for more, moan his name and be desperate as you leave scratches all over his back and arms. he is a masochist more than a sadist - you can slap him, hurt him, scratch whatever you want and it'll only turn him on more.
every time you do try to be dominant, you end up disappointed. ran takes it as a challenge whenever you get on top of him. he lets you have your control but as soon as you start riding him, you fall apart. he starts teasing you, whispering soft praises, playing with your clit and tits, pushing himself up to go in deeper and you lose all your composure. ran ends up rolling you over, getting on top of you and finishing everything on his terms.
"you did good, sweetheart, lemme take over now." he whispers in your ear seductively as he kisses and hits all the right spots.
ran's sex drive is high. he's freaked out almost everyday and can keep going over and over until you pass out from sleep. he tries something new every time you have sex, testing your limits.
one thing he does quite often is wrapping his big, large hands on your throat and staring at your expression while your eyes are rolled back, mouth open from pleasure. the sight of you makes him lose it every time and he has to fight his own body to not cum right on the spot.
ran loves, loves, loves eating you out too much. it always ends up with you pulling on his hair, forcing him stop because it's your third time cumming in a row and you're overstimulated. he frowns but praises you after for doing so good.
ran's big on praise but there are times he's too lost in pleasure and can't control what he says. "such a good slut f'me, fuck, fuck-"
another thing he does is pulling your hair. because of this, one if his favorite position is doggy because he gets to pull your hair and expose your soft neck to him. he leaves marks all over your shoulder and throat as he fucks you from behind. he also gets to whisper sweet praises in your ear and pull you on the edge.
─ RINDOU HAITANI
the age gap is something he thinks about more seriously than he admits. he wants to make sure you're comfortable. he wants to make sure you're making your own decisions. he never wants you to feel pressured by his age, his status, or his position within bonten. once he realizes the relationship is serious, though, he stops overthinking it and simply focuses on making you happy.
out of all the bonten executives, rindou is probably one of the least interested in public displays of affection. not because he's embarrassed of you. quite the opposite, actually. he values the relationship so much that it almost feels private to him - something special. something that belongs to the two of you rather than the rest of the world.
when you're attending events related to the clubs he helps manage and oversee, he stays relatively composed. maybe a hand on the small of your back while guiding you through a crowd. maybe his fingers briefly finding yours. maybe a protective hand on your shoulder.
the moment the two of you are home, he's suddenly attached to your side. he's especially fond of small, quiet touches. if you're cooking dinner, he's leaning against the counter nearby pretending he's not specifically there. but soon enough you feel him wrap his arms around you from behind and place soft kisses on your neck.
rindou often pretends not to care while obviously caring a lot. you'll mention being cold and suddenly a jacket appears over your shoulders. you'll mention being hungry and somehow food arrives. you'll say you're tired and he'll quietly suggest heading home earlier. then when you thank him, he shrugs and acts like it was nothing.
the sweetest thing about him is that he genuinely listens. every little detail you mention gets filed away somewhere in his memory. your favorite drink. the movie you've been wanting to watch. the book you've mentioned three separate times. you'll casually talk about something once and forget about it entirely. then weeks later he'll show up with tickets, reservations, or some small gift connected to that conversation.
late at night is when his softer side appears most often. the city is quiet. the clubs are closed or running without him. bonten feels far away. and suddenly it's just the two of you curled up together in bed. those are the moments where he'll actually talk about things. his worries. his thoughts. memories from years ago. things he would never tell most people.
jealousy is one of the few things capable of bringing that temper out almost instantly. unlike ran, who might tease his way through jealousy, rindou gets noticeably annoyed. if someone is flirting with you, he isn't going to sit there smiling through it. his entire mood drops.
conversations become shorter. his expression gets harder. and if the person continues despite the obvious signs, that's when the irritation starts becoming visible. he'll move closer to you without thinking about it. his hand finds yours. his arm settles around your shoulders. suddenly he's involved in the conversation whether anyone invited him or not - and he will be mean about it!
the worst arguments in your relationship usually happen because rindou has a habit of bottling things up. he's not naturally expressive. if something bothers him, he'll often sit with it for hours before saying anything. unfortunately, by the time he finally speaks up, he's already irritated.
you'll ask what's wrong. he'll say "nothing." you'll ask again. same answer. then three hours later he's suddenly admitting that something from earlier bothered him and now you're both trying to untangle a problem that could've been solved immediately. it's frustrating for both of you. he knows it's frustrating. he just struggles with vulnerability sometimes.
however, one thing about rindou is that he hates staying angry with you. genuinely hates it. arguments make him miserable. even when he's convinced he's right, even when he's still annoyed, he hates the distance that comes afterward. he'll sit alone replaying the conversation in his head, picking apart every sentence, wondering if he handled things poorly. sometimes his pride gets in the way for a little while, but eventually the need to fix things wins every single time.
rindou is also quite experienced when it comes to sex. he knows what buttons to push - he's quiet but focused. at first he won't initiate anything, afraid to make you uncomfortable. he's so hesitant during the first time but once he notices you're nervous, he becomes gentle and guides you through it.
rindou is much softer with you and it takes him a long time for him to get the hang of the relationship. before you, his sex life was pretty much one-night-stands. with you, he doesn't want to mess up so he does everything in his power to make you feel secure and safe. he asks you occasionally if you're okay.
unlike the other two, rindou is much thicker in size and the way he stretches you out feels heavenly every time. he's not much of a talker - all you hear from him are occasional grunts and groans. although, your moans are his favorite thing to hear.
rindou doesn't usually like to shut you up but there are moments when he gets the urge to push his fingers down your throat. it's not that you're being too loud- no, he could listen to you all day if he wanted to. it's just the sight of you sucking on his fingers pulls him to the edge.
rindou works out almost everyday so he is pretty built and strong. when you point out how amazing his biceps look, he gets flustered. later that day, he makes sure to show you how strong he really is. just like his brother, rin's also into choking - but he chokes you with his biceps instead.
you're on your knees and elbows when he thrusts into you from behind. he forces you up by pulling your hair and headlocks your neck in his big, strong arms. your back arches and you feel him hit spots you didn't even know existed.
unexpectedly, you and rindou get so lost in the pleasure, you have to discuss having a safe word. he could be eating you out, fucking you into oblivion and then making you sit on his face and all of a sudden, you're too overwhelmed, your body aching from both pain and pleasure.
speaking of face-sitting, rin is into every position where you're on top of him. oh, how much he loooves having you ride him on the couch after a long, tiring day. he still makes sure to help you move better if you get tired. if you complain too much, he gets a little "mean" and tells you to take it because "you're a good girl for me, yeah?". will praise you endlessly after you're done, though.
rin is a very touch-starved man. he likes to feel you close. 99% of the time he's sweet but angry sex with rindou is something entirely different. it usually happens when he gets jealous. when he noticed someone hitting you up at his club and he got genuinely irritated.
he obviously doesn't mention why his mood changed until you ask and that's when he loses all his composure - tying you up the to the bed and taking out all his anger on you. that's when he first realizes he enjoys overstimulating you a bit too much. he can't help himself the way he licks all over your cunt while pushing fingers deep inside you. your hands are tied up so you can't hold on to anything and you feel helpless and vulnerable under him but he's making you feel so good.
if you couldn't tell already, rindou would rather give than receive. but there are times, you want to do something for him too. rin's a bit hesitant when you first go down on him. he's the one that feels overwhelmed this time - the way your mouth feels so warm and amazing around him, the way your tongue moves around his tip.
rindou loves to manhandle and use his strength on you. your legs could be on his shoulders, you're so close to cumming and he suddenly decides to flip you on your stomach and push his dick deeper from behind. he also enjoys fucking into you on the shower wall, hands under your thighs while he's holding you up. he groans at how your walls squeeze him tight and bites your neck out of frustration.
his head rolls backwards from the pleasure as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you down deeper, reaching your throat. that's the first time you hear him moan out of pleasure. "fuck- jus' like that, don't stop-" he's completely lost in pleasure as you bob your head up and down nonstop. looking at you on your knees as you suck him off becomes his favorite sight of you.
Okay, but bonten with like a SUPER soft gf. Like, we talk like cry on every sad movie ivies with an animal to be specific). Takes things other says to heart. Often like cry over small things and stops to pet EVERY single animal she sees.
Feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like doing this one 😭 I know it’s lowkey weird.
Note : no way it's so cute don't ever worry !! I love it, thank you sm ! I dispatched it between all the characters. I hope it's fine.
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Rindou never minded more than that the fact that you cry a lot. He loves it a lot and it makes him chuckle and laugh more than anything else. He's always there to wipe your tears away when you cry when the dog dies in the movies, or when you tear up at any inconveniences. You wear your heart on your sleeve, you're sensible, the opposite of him, and he cares and loves you for that.
Yet he's the first one to draw a radical line the second you get hurt, in any way, by someone. It's silly and fun until some abuse it and use it against you or to hurt you. He will find who did this, who made you cry and will burn their house down.
Sanzu sighs a lot when you decide something was wrong when he, in fact, didn't care. Yet his heart always skips a beat when he hears you speaking louder than you usually do, mad at people treating him poorly. He listens to you for a while before he finally steps in and holds your hands when he's feeling cheesy, or your elbows when he's a bit tired or high.
"Babe, it's really nothing. Don't worry yourself like that, you'll get wrinkles." He honestly makes you laugh every time, or at least confort you that he doesn't care about anyone's opinion besides yours. And oh how much you love and care for him everyday, he can't even doubt it. He wished you'd stop hurting yourself over things like this, but recognize that your sweet nature is definitely what he loves the most about you.
Ran laughs at you when you get offended for nothing. It can be about something going your way to work to you spiking your coffee on the counter. It's his own comic relief of the day when you're stroming around, a deep frown on your face making you look like a small, angry animal but still defenseless. His laughter always makes it worse, without mentioning his venom filled remarques, to make fun of your overreacting nature. To the point you can cry and not speak to him for hours – but for sure mentioning it all to Rindou.
Ran hates it when you team up with him, because you wouldn't talk to him but Rindou would, on the other hand, mention you and everything you told him to Ran. He's always making the first step to you and apologizing with probably a hundred wroth bouquet and your favorite snacks – promising you he'll never do it again, when he will most certainly do it again.
Seeing you enjoying small things about life is the reason why Mikey kept you around at first, you reminded him of his younger self and his friends at that time. Every time you stop to pet a stranger's dog, a small smile shows on his lips, one you rarely get to see even if you're always the reason for it.
You listen to him so carefully the few times he does talk to you, it makes him feel alive again. You're doing most of the talking and you're always so sorry to take this kich when that's what he loves about you. He makes sure to tell you that he likes it from time to time, just to be sure you won't stop. Your heart is so soft and warm, welcoming him every time you see him again with new facts you learn and an unconditional love that overflows everywhere, and he gets the chance to be showered with it every time.
Kokonoi gets used to you stopping all the time the second you catch the glimpse of a stay animal. So he instinctively adds ten minutes to every trip you two have to do, even if it's only to walk to his car because there's a few stray cats in the parking lot and he's sure you're gonna stop or even wait for them to walk out from their hide spot.
But he just can't bring himself to get impatient when your eyes light up at the sight of the small cats. The way you jolt in joy when their cold nose finally touches your hand, and you look up to him with the softest smile he ever had the chance to witness. Yes, you're usually late, but he just had to snap a picture of you with the white kitten and everyone is accepting the fact that those ten minutes of your happiness are worth the delayed meetings.
Kakucho's always there to rub your back when you cry in front of a movie. He never sees why you cry particularly, but always listen thoughtfully to what you have to say about it. He brings you tissues, sometimes even wipes your nose for you and lets you dive into his arms when a character you like dies. He can't help but tell himself how sensible you are every time, but also how he loves that. You bring him back to his human nature and what it is to be emphatic about normal things, far from his rough life where his life is at risk every time he steps outside the door.
To that, he hopes he'll never be the reason for your tears, and that he'll always be there to wipe them away and shush you down.
Sorry its rather short, tell me if you want a particular hc with one or a whole os.
haii!! it’s 🍓 again! i wanted to request bonten mikey finding his old omega crush (back from his toman days) suffering and dirty on the streets because she’s homeless ☹ and his alpha instincts kick in. he just wants to take her home with him… he can’t have you, his sweet omega though never official yet, suffering like this!
BTW JUST WANTED TO REMIND YOU AGAIN HOW MUCH OF AN AMAZING WRITER YOU ARE!! love you lots ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა mwah
TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★
୨୧ bonten! alpha! mikey x omega! reader
— mikey finds his teenage crush on the streets and rescues her
note : thanks a lot 🍓anon, you're the sweetest!! ily sm and I hope you'll like it🫶
note 2 : I'm trying to write more dialogue! it's one thing I'm reeeaally not confident about so I'm trying to fix that!
MY MASTERLIST: ★
mikey had never been a man who chased after love. the idea of needing someone, of leaning on another... it felt foreign and almost weak. he’d spent years alone, his heart shielded behind walls that were built from the pain he received and power he acquired. but he was fine with that.
in fact, mikey wasn’t a man who believed in soft things. not in feelings, not in attachments and definitly not in needing someone. his world had always been about strength, survival, and control.
but there had been a time, a short moment when he knew something else, something sweeter, something kind. something he buried deep inside and tried to forget.
and she was that something.
back when they were younger, before the blood, the fights, and before the world tore them apart, she was his omega. she wasn't official, none of them ever said anything about it, never categorising their relationship out loud as it was too precious to be put in a box.
but the way she moved, the way she smelled, it was once all his for a while. he silently owned this soft and gentle presence, balancing out the chaos in his life. a presence that made him feel loved and at peace.
but he never tried to change things between them. it was comfortable the way it was. and even though he wanted more, he never had the courage to keep her by his side.
he remembered how she had looked up to him when they were young, how her delicate hands trembled whenever they touched, how her voice softened just for him. he had always been her protector, her support. driven by an alpha’s instinct to guard and hold, he was fierce and reliable.
so when he saw her now, shivering on the cracked pavement, ragged clothes hanging off her, eyes wide and unblinking, he wondered when it all went wrong.
how did life messed you up this bad ?
you looked so small, so painfully vulnerable.
the omega he had once held so carefully, who had needed him then, was still there, but different, tortured by time and a life way too harsh for her. your skin was smudged with dirt, your hair tangled. and yet despite everything, you were still impossibly beautiful in that quiet way omegas are : soft, pure like something that was made to be protected.
really, what happened ?
you were kind, sweet. you used to bring him snacks without asking. used to smile when he didn’t even deserve it, and talked to him like he was human, not something awful and scary. and he never said it out loud, but you made the world bearable for a little while.
and now this?
now you looked like you hadn't been hugged in years.
your scent, his favorite scent, was numbed by the cold, exhaustion, and whatever pain you've had to go through in order to survive. and it didn’t suit you, none of this did in his eyes.
you were supposed to end up with some decent alpha. some guy who took care of your needs without you having to ask. who cooked your favorite meals and kept you warm and never, ever let you fall this far.
not like this. not here. and definitely not all alone.
mikey’s jaw clenched so tight it ached. his fists were already curled at his sides, twitching with guilt as he watched his highschool sweetheart he had abandoned a few years ago, so sure his presence in her life would've only resulted in misery.
so where was the world that was supposed to treat you gently? and where was the life you deserved?
you, who should’ve had a quiet home and soft blankets and someone to press kisses into your neck just to calm your nerves. you, who should’ve been spoiled and cared for, never left in the dirt like a stray.
and he hated it. hated that no one had done that for you. hated that he’d let you go. that he thought keeping things as they were would be enough. and regretted that he hadn’t stepped in when he had the chance. regretted that he convinced himself it was better to keep you at arm’s length, telling himself it was safer, easier, that nothing had to change. you were always there, soft and kind and good to him, and he’d thought that would always be enough.
but it wasn’t, and he knew that now. because you looked at him like he was all you had left. and maybe that was the case. especially in your state.
but he wasn’t the soft alpha you used to sit next to on rooftops. nor was he the tired but gentle boy you’d offer snacks to during long school days. that side of him died with everything else after you parted ways.
the man standing over you now, all dressed in black and dirty money, wasn’t warm. and he wasn’t gentle. his hands weren’t clean anymore.
and yet, even like this, your eyes still found something positive in him. mikey could see that you clung to the past version of him, that you still trusted him.
you didn’t flinch when he crouched down in front of you and you didn’t look away when he stared into your face with those once familiar eyes, now dark and unreadable.
you just blinked slowly, lips slightly parted and throat swallowing thickly as if you wanted to say something, but didn’t have the strength to.
and how he hated how small your voice sounded when you finally did speak. “…mikey?”. his jaw twitched, his hands curled into fists against his knees.
he knew you were cold, he could feel it even from here. the wind was sharp and he was absolutely sure that thin sweater of yours didnt shield anything. and yet, you didn’t even try to pull it tighter, as if you were too tired to fight back.
“who did this to you?” he asked quietly, his chest tightening.
you didn’t answer him. you just looked away, shame clouding your expression. and that pissed him off more than anything.
you, his sweet little omega, the girl who used to fuss over his injuries and light candles in her room when he looked too tired, you thought this was your fault?
“stand up,” he said simply.
you went to protest, but he beat you to it, interrupting you and repeating himself.
“I said, get up.”
you flinched. once again, your first instinct was to argue, to tell him no, that he didn’t have to bother, that you weren’t worth the trouble.
you didn’t even look like a person anymore, let alone an omega. your clothes were ruined, your scent unbalanced, your skin dull and bruised in places you didn’t even remember getting hurt. and he looked like the embodiment of power, like the kind of alpha who controlled entire empires.
that's why you felt disgusting next to him.
“I—I can’t.” your voice cracked, barely above a whisper, weak and tired. “look at me…”
he did, and that was the problem. he was still looking at you, like none of it mattered. like he still saw you under all that filth, and that only made the shame even more unbearable.
you looked away, hugging yourself, small hands grabbing your own arms. “you shouldn’t see me like this,” you mumbled, voice shaking.
mikey didn’t move for a moment. but quietly replied, voice trying hard to be soft and reassuring. “don’t say that.”
his voice had shifted, it was deeper and lower. his scent was also firmer now, filling the cold street with that unmistakable alpha presence, strong and commanding. but it wasn't suffocating, instead, it helped ground you, made you feel a little bit more at ease.
“I don’t care what you look like,” he said, stepping in close, until his shadow covered your smaller form. “you’re not staying here. not another second.”
you shook your head, voice breaking with something between panic and humiliation, once again trying to protest, in vain, because mikey wasn't letting you out there, he wasn't going to just walk away. not this time.
he took off his coat and wrapped it around you before you could even realise it. you smelled like dirt, like the streets, like everything you should never have had to endure, and still, beneath it, that soft omega scent was there, faint but distinct. soft and sweet, just like he remembered.
it was his. always been. he had always felt more possessive upon smelling your pheromones, felt like it was his duty to look after you. and so he did what he didn't do before.
you looked up at him, shocked as he hooked an arm under your knees and lifted you like you weighed nothing, and your fingers grabbed his shirt automatically.
you tried to pull your face away from his chest, eyes avoiding his face. “mikey, don’t—just, put me down. this is... this is too much.”
he didn’t even slow down. “you can barely stand.”
“I’m fine.” you answered, although you perfectly knew the hunger had gotten to you and that you wouldn't have been able to take a single step yourself before falling down. and mikey knew it.
“no, you’re not.”
his tone was blunt, not harsh, but it was not open for debate either. and somehow, that steadiness calmed you more than any gentle reassurance could have. mikey wasn’t soft, not anymore, not like back then. but he was constant, reliable and he meant what he said.
he was silent the entire walk to the car. a black vehicle parked on a corner, the engine was still running, clearly waiting for him. the driver didn’t even blink at the sight of mikey carrying a clearly weakened omega in his arms. maybe he was used to it, or maybe he just knew better than to ask.
mikey placed you inside gently, as if you’d break at any sudden mouvement. he pulled the seatbelt over your chest and clicked it in. his hand lingered for a moment at your side, before pulling away slowly, like it took everything in him to leave your side for a bit.
he then got in on the other side and shut the door. the silence in the car was thick.
your voice was small when you whispered, “you didn’t have to…”
“I wanted to,” he cut in flatly. “you think I’m going to leave you out there? after what you’ve been through?”
you looked down at your hands resting on your lap, trying not to let your scent increase with the embarrassment and anxiety rolling off you.
but mikey noticed, of course he did. mikey was sharp and all his senses had been focused on your whole being since he first saw you tonight.
he leaned back in the seat, turning his head just slightly to look at you. “you’re not a burden.” he said, wanting to reassure you and appease your mind.
you didn't answer, playing with your fingers nervously.
“I should’ve kept you close,” he added after a while and the silence that followed was heavy.
“but you didn’t,” you whispered, and you didn’t even mean it to sound bitter when you did. it was just... true.
“no. I didn’t.” his jaw twitched. he didn't blame you for saying the truth. he really regretted his actions.
“I thought leaving things how they were would protect you,” he said, almost in an attempt to reassure himself more than you. “thought if I kept my distance, didn’t drag you into anything… you’d get the life you deserved.”
he glanced at you then, with a gaze too sharp and dark to be meant for you. “and now look at what they did to you.”
“you were supposed to be safe. with someone good, in a warm house, with food, with someone who gave you what you needed. not—” he interrupted himself, clenching his hands in his lap. “not this.”
you couldn’t even look at him. you felt way too exposed, ashamed and disappointed at yourself for failing your life so miserably and ending up in this situation. you were not where you were supposed to be : next to a loving husband that could've given you the life any omega like you craved for.
mikey didn't take his eyes off you. he reached out to you again, slower this time, brushing your wrist with his fingers, carefully. “you're coming with me. I promise I’ll fix this.”
and although you still felt undeserving, still felt like you should be ashamed to accept it, you didn’t pull away, accepting his bigger hand into yours, enjoying the touch that once brought you comfort.
there was no way you could pull away. not when his scent enveloped your body like a warm blanket, making you feel the safest you've ever did in what felt like ages.
you wanted to trust mikey once again, wanted to believe he would make things alright again, that you wouldn't have to worry anymore. that he'd take care of you the way you dreamed he would've done a few years ago, when everything still felt beautiful and promising.
because you were sure now that, if no one else could protect you, he would.
SOMEWHERE WARM AND SAFE or ran haitani is in denial
bonten!ran x detective!reader
warnings: she/her used for reader, ran focused sorry not sorry!, ran questioning everything he knows???, this was supposed to be apart of a larger fic but i gave up lmao!
Ran Haitani doesn’t do relationships. That's what he tells himself every time a new girl bats her pretty little eyes at him. That’s what he tells himself every time he finds himself outside her door. And that’s what he tells himself as he picks his discarded clothes off the floor, as he leaves too early in the morning for it to be considered for work.
No, Ran Haitani doesn’t do relationships but he finds himself hesitating slightly when he walks past her favorite bakery. Or when he eyes that damn cart selling fresh flowers across the street from Koko’s IT building. Ran Haitani doesn’t do relationships. But someone is sending sweet little gifts to y/n’s desk.
Okay, so maybe he pays a little too much attention to that detective. But he’s just keeping tabs! Making sure she doesn’t interfere with Boten’s work. Yeah, that's definitely it. He’s just doing it for the betterment of Boten, trying to make sure that silly little cop doesn’t ruin all their plans.
But everyone knows what's up when there's a signature chirp coming from Ran’s phone. Everyone knows exactly what he's doing. Who’s bed he’s currently keeping warm. And for some sick reason they haven’t stopped him yet.
So Ran continues on, brief (occasional) visits become longer and more frequent until eventually, another key finds its place on his keyring. Painted crudely with nail polish to help it stand out amongst the others. So you don’t forget, as if he would. Like the grooves aren’t engraved into his brain at this point. Like he hasn’t memorized the pegs in the lock, sounding off as he turns the key.
He finds himself slinking inside late every night, somewhere between a plate wrapped in the fridge and the first of multiple alarms. He shrugs off his coat and shoes before beelining for a room he should have no right seeing every night. The exhaustion seeping into his bones demands that he collapse onto the bed, no need for the covers or sheets. But the little voice in the back of his head keeps him from doing so. Instead, he gently moves the covers back only on the empty side of the bed, carefully sliding in so as not to disturb the peace.
Ran is about to let out a sigh of relief in the quiet solace of the room until there's a shift next to him, “mmm Rannie?” he freezes, only letting out a huff as warmth floods his body. He moves slightly, allowing her to slot herself next to him. He wraps an arm around her frame before letting out a sigh into her hair.
Ran Haitani doesn’t do relationships. But maybe he’ll make an exception just this once.
Hi I discovered your works with bonten recently and I really enjoy it, especially since I love platonic fanfics and stuff. Could I request them with a teen son who likes cross-dressing? Kinda projecting sorry
(reader is m! reader)
ᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ !!
being bonten's son includes...
i'm going to be very honest; it's probably expected of you
NOW BEFORE Y'ALL LOOK AT ME WEIRD... have you seen these men's fashion tastes
you mean to tell me these men dress like divas, and they expect their son to dress like a basic ken doll? NO
they will put you in the best, aesthetic fits anyone has seen in 1900s japan, and if you get scouted for modeling, hell yeah go for it
though it does peak their interest when you start looking into more feminine clothing, they can totally see why you'd want to wear it
there's a good amount of dresses that are mad cute, and if they didn't have the reputation of bonten's executives, a lot of them would probably dressing in feminine styles too
well
i don't think there's anything stopping sanzu... he's literally all pink
if anything, he's probably the first one to buy you your first dress
a nice, long pink dress that he gave you because one of bonten's business partners saw you wearing a bow in your hair and thought you were a girl, so they got you a dress to match with papa sanzu
which is really nice of them, and you obviously can't turn down such a lovely gift either....
the whole household is cheering when you hop out of your room in the pink dress
not just because their baby looks so cute and adorable and squishable in the clothing, but you look happy too
so now you're like 500 more dresses because all your dads are mega rich and have more wallet than they will probably ever need
they will even buy you those cute, aesthetic lolita dresses if you so wish
most people think koko reads through fashion magazine for himself, but it's really for him to figure out what kind of clothes he should buy you next
His voice doesn’t rise above its regular volume but the single word is enough to quiet the room of executives settled around the conference table.
He's standing at one end, a hand in the pocket of his slacks, the other tapping a random rhythm into the mahogany surface of the table as he regards his...what did you say these men were to him?
They're your friends Mikey.
His friends. Right.
He eyes Ran Haitani who balances on the back legs of the chair he's sitting on precariously. His loafer-clad feet crossed at the ankles on the table. Next to him, his brother sighs deeply, his thumb and forefinger massaging circles into the bridge of his nose.
Opposite them, Kokonoi and Kakucho appear deceptively calm. Kokonoi is chewing diligently on a piece of gum. His attempt at quitting cigarettes. Kakucho has one arm slung along the back of Koko's chair, his legs spread as he slouches in his chair. His eyes are closed, his head tipped back against the headrest. If Mikey didn't know better he'd think Kakucho was recovering from a night out drinking.
Of course, the truth is much wilder than Kakucho spending a night on the town.
Takeomi is absent. Naturally. Sanzu is sprawled in his own chair at the other end of the table. His guns are on the table as he shines his katana.
Mikey considers everything he's been through with the men in this room.
If you can let me in, then you can let them in.
He shudders as your words wash through him. You're like his fucking conscience. It's simultaneously the most unnerving and wonderful experience he's ever had. A voice of reason that isn't being paid in his blood money. He glances at Kakucho again quickly.
If you think these men have stuck around because you're paying them then you're dumber than I thought, Mikey.
Sanzu gently places his katana on the table and shakes out the little cloth he was using to shine it. He gives Mikey his full attention. the action seems to stir the others who also turn to him. Kakucho lifts a single brow at him in question.
And the action sets of something akin to...gratitude in Mikey. It's a wildly unfamiliar sensation and he has to quell the urge to rub his chest.
They would die for you, Mikey.
Yes, they would. He catches a glimpse of a cut running along Rindou Haitani's chest as the man shifts in his chair. The skin is shiny and puckered from healing and a pang goes off in his chest that almost knocks him on his ass.
These men would die for him.
A sudden clarity comes over him and he has to blink several times to reorient himself. It feels almost like someone has ripped whatever ill-fitting glasses he was wearing before off and he can see clearly now. Jesus Christ, these men would die for him.
He sinks heavily into his own chair. The weight of his previous oversight anchors him to the cushion.
"I have news," he blurts.
The words suck the air out of the room. Silence ensues for a handful of seconds and then...
"Oh my God, you knocked her up!"
Rindou reaches Ran before Mikey can react to his exclaimed words and slaps his brother in the back of the head.
"I-" Mikey starts, blinking in confusion. What?
"Jesus Christ Ran, so what if he has?" Rindou interrupts, glaring at his brother.
"I di-" Mikey tries again, his brows furrowed.
"That actually...that makes sense," Kokonoi says slowly, nodding. "I saw her eat half a cake by herself the other night."
Kakcuho is gaping at Mikey. But there's a twinkle in his eye that makes Mikey nervous.
"Wait a min-"
"I thought you'd never notice," Sanzu laughs from the other end of the table and Mikey's skin chills.
What?
"What?" He zones out. Something in his voice must get the others attention because the room goes quiet.
"That's not...the news?" Ran squints at him, his chair making a thudding sound as he settles onto all four legs.
Mikey swallows around a ball of spit that seems to be stuck in the back of his throat. Pregnant.
No- she can't be- she- but- but the crying...and the sensitive breasts. the cravings.
"I was going to say I'm getting married," he says, hollowly.
"Oh shit," Sanzu breathes.
"Fuck, Mikey."
"I thought it was obvi-" Kokonoi shrugs.
"She agreed to marry you?" Ran interjects. "Without-" he pauses to glance around the room quickly and then lowers his voice as he finishes his question "-putting up a fight?"
That gets the rooms attention.
"What the fuck kinda question is that?" Kakucho frowns. "She's in love with him."
That seems to throw Ran for a loop. His eyes narrow on Mikey who's still stupified by the realization that he might become a father and husband in the same breath.
"Maybe there is hope for me," Ran says.
Sanzu snaps at him. "Are you implying Mikey doesn't deserve her?"
Ran splutters. "What? No- Why the fuck would I-"
"Just be quiet," Rindou sighs.
"You really think she's pregnant?" Mikey asks, interrupting their squabble.
"Yes," Koko nods.
"Absolutely,” Rindou agrees.
"Half a fucking cake Mikey...in a single sitting."
Mikey blanches. “She’s pregnant.”
Koko chuckles.
“She’s fucking pregnant,” he repeats. There’s a note of distress in his tone. “With a baby. A child!?”
Kakucho gives him a knowing look. “Congratulations, Manjiro.”
Sanzu, who has been uncharacteristically quiet stands. “This means she can’t say no to a protection detail anymore.”
Mikey’s brain stutters. Protection. Because shes pregnant with your child and about to become your wife. She’s singlehandedly the most important person to Bonten. And to him.
“Oh fuck.”
Rindou shakes his head. “We need to start personally vetting Bonten members now.”
“Why did it take a child and a marriage to convince you of that and not the two times we’ve been double crossed?” Kakucho questions.
“Do you want to deal with a Mikey whose wife and child are hurt or murdered?”
The room falls quiet as all eyes fall to Kokonoi. A heavy tension settles on Mikey’s shoulders. He’s having a child. Maybe. And getting married. Definitely.
And he runs one of the most dangerous organizations in the world. With over a hundred thousand employees worldwide. And stakes in every major and even some minor pies, in every industry.
He’s not sure of much except his own success and frankly, inhuman work ethic. But as the realization that his life is changing. Developing into something better, something more. He’s sure that if anything ever happens to you or his unborn child…he would unravel.
“Can we circle back to her wanting to marry him?” Ran asks, breaking the tension. “Without being coerced?”
bonten men seeing you with contacts for the first time.
[ glasses version ]
no pronouns used / gender neutral. lowercase intended.
cw : sanzu touches your throat non-sexually / non-threateningly , mentions of acne in kakuchos , reader wears a gloss / lipstain in kokos
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— MIKEY! ♥︎
it wasn't ideal, your current situation. putting on your most expensive jewelry ; practicing your laugh ; extending your vocabulary just in case — it wasn't something you did often.
however, your biggest investor was invited to a gala, therefore you were meant to join in aswell.
letting out a breath, you enter the ballroom turned meeting area. you blink, squinting lightly at the twinkling lights before relaxing your eyes. with a small nod to yourself, you put on your prettiest smile before turning left and beginning your evening of socialization.
your feet feel numb ; your voice is aching with use ; your eyes have long since dried out — and you hadn't even seen mikey yet. he was the entire reason you were pushed to this gathering. settling your back against a wall, you let out another breath, convincing yourself to stay for just a little longer.
"you look nice."
the voice gets your attention immediately as you straighten up. mikey stands alone, just a little ways in front of you. he tilts his head and you swear his lips tilt up the slightest bit. you smooth sweaty, trembling hands over your outfit before speaking. "i've been looking for you, mister sano."
mikey's eyes call to yours — you really can't look away. he lets out a huff — you'd never say he laughed. "we're past the mister sano bit, aren't we, [name]?"
"i guess." your eyes drop to the floor briefly, just to get away from his heated gaze. a small tsk is heard before your chin is held in a gentle grasp, pulling your eyes to his once more. "mikey?"
"better." his hand drops but your face is still warm from his touch. "let's talk somewhere privately, yeah?"
— SANZU! ♥︎
a movie you don't even know the name of plays in the background as you eat your chosen snack. all day you've tried to ignore him and his pearl-blue eyes that wouldn't look away from you.
you click your tongue, turning to send a glare his way. "you are staring, sanzu haruchi—"
with a squeal, you find yourself on your back. you let out an astonished laugh as sanzu's knees go to either side of you, caging you beneath him. you gape up at him in shock, "haru!"
"let me look at you." his voice is gentle ; tender in a way you hadn't heard before. sure, it'd been years since you spoke, but he wasn't known for being soft. your eyes widen at the thought — sanzu lets out a sigh, his body slightly sagging into yours. "there we go..."
you blink a few times, begging for your contacts to stay in place as they begin to feel dry at the edges — crisp the longer you keep your eyes open. you can't help but induldge him, though, let him look at you for however long he wants.
“how dare you hide this from me,” haru caresses your cheek softly. “can't believe you’re so pretty.”
"i've always been pretty," you reply with a small frown.
sanzu grins wickedly, his hand trailing down to your throat before laying it there. "yeah... always pretty."
— KAKUCHO! ♥︎
you're avoiding him. really, you're avoiding everyone in the office at this point. with a frown, kakucho gathers a handful of blank or useless sheets of paper, slipping them into an empty folder before heading over to your office.
"just leave it in the bin!" your hand stretches out, pointing to the blue, overflowing tray. your back is turned to him, hunched over as the sound of keys clicking meets his ears. his frown deepens before the back of your chair is grabbed and spun so you now face him. you gasp, "kaku—!"
he's kneeling in front of you before you can blink. a long, relieved breath escapes his chest as he settles his forhead on your knee. "god, i—[name], i thought something was wrong with you. thought i did something to upset you."
your bottom lip is chewed through, but you continue to nibble on it anyways. "...sorry."
kakucho raises his head so that his chin sets on your knee now. gone is his work exterior and in its place is the softened, lovesick daze he shows only to you. "they look nice on you — can see you better this way."
you let out a groan, throwing your head back before looking down at him once more. "i'm breaking out so bad right now! only thing people can see is that!"
he wants to reassure you — really, acne is normal and you're still beautiful with it — but he's so enamoured by you. the way your eyes are a little glassy because of your contacts ; the frown on your lips ; the way you've been stroking his hair mindlessly just because you could—
kakucho sweeps in and steals a quick kiss. you gasp again — kissing during work hours?! he was a horrid man. kakucho grins before patting your thighs and standing.
— KOKONOI! ♥︎
the feeling of guilt creeps up as koko's doorbell rings. his hair is tossed into a bun, white strands falling into his eyes as he opens the door. you stumble in, halfway through a sentence as he offers you a pair of house slippers.
"—and, really, you're doing me such a favor!" you plop down onto his couch unceremoniously, letting out a huff as you do. "this was the worst night for me. your call was a blessing."
kokonoi blinks as he stands frozen in front of you. with a frown, he bends at the waist and simply waits until you're looking up at him. you tilt your head, phone open on your notes app as you stop mid-way through your sentence.
sharpened eyes drift down the rest of your attire. wrinkle-free clothes ; your nicest shirt ; your lucky socks? all combined with the contacts you're wearing and the gloss staining your lips— kokonoi stands straight and crosses his arms. "where have you been, exactly?"
"a date." you let out another sigh, rolling your eyes at his rigid posture. "not a good one, i assure you! had the audacity, asking to see me again — after chewing with his mouth open and spitting his food all over mine! i can never look at tortellini noodles the same."
kokonoi taks a seat beside of you, the work he called you for out of his mind as he gestures for you to keep talking. "you called just when he was going to put his number in my phone." a sneaky, proud grin grows on your lips. "i have your bonten tattoo as the picture, so that really scared him off."
while you talk, you scroll on your phone until his contact photo is shown. it's true — his side profile is fully in view. what catches his eye, however, is his name. a simple haji with a spinning heart emoji sends his own heart into a frenzy.
at kokonoi's grin, you sense trouble. you clear your throat, taking your phone from his view before scrolling on it again. "what was it you needed from me, exactly?"
an arm is thrown over your hips as kokonoi pulls himself close. his nose bumps against yours before he slides just slightly away. "for you to not go on anymore dates. unless they're with me, of course."
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tried another one of these silly ones <3 if youd like to b tagged / untagged in any tokyorev content, let me know! ♥︎
