summary — you get stopped by security while trying to bring his bento to work
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sano “mikey” manjiro
the interrogation room was a cold room with dim lighting, furnished with only a simple metal chair and table
with your arm handcuffed to the table, you could do nothing but attempt to remain calm as your interrogator glared at you with suspicion, not at all believing you for a second
“so, you want me to believe that you’re the boss’s wife, and that this bento was meant for him?” the man questioned with a scoff. “there’s nothing here but taiyaki!”
“well, i-it’s the truth,” you told him nervously. “just call mikey and-”
“like i’d bother the boss with this nonsense. you better start telling me the truth, lady. which organization are you working for?!”
and before you could even say a word, your husband suddenly walked into the room, a look of clear anger on his face once he noticed the handcuffs secured around your wrist
“when you didn’t answer my texts, i got worried. now i know why,” mikey said before turning to look at his subordinate with an absolutely murderous expression. “that’s my wife. uncuff her, now”
with an immediate apology, the man quickly removed your handcuffs before running out the room the second mikey ordered him to leave
“are you okay?” mikey asked quietly, placing a gentle kiss on your wrist when he noticed the light bruising
“the next time you want taiyaki, just ask sanzu to buy it for you,” you tried to joke
“i’m sorry. i wanted to see you, though,” mikey stated with a seldom smile that was only ever meant for you, causing you to look at your husband in surprise before responding with your own smile
“i love you, too”
haitani ran
“h-he’s not picking up his phone,” you noted with anxious laughter as the automated voicemail informed you that ran was currently unavailable
seeing the man in front you shooting you an unimpressed glare, you couldn’t help but begin to worry
and to think, ran was the one who had initially asked you to bring his bento to him at work after forgetting it at home, yet now he was inconveniently unable to answer any of your calls
“then i’m afraid i’m going to have to bring you to the interrogation room for further questioning,” the man simply stated
“i-i swear i’m telling you the truth,” you tried to reason with him as the man suddenly grabbed onto your arm
“she’s not lying, you know,” a familiar voice called out, causing you to sigh in relief once you saw who it was. “that’s my wife, and if you don’t let go of her right now, i’ll make sure to break all your fingers”
standing there in his pinstripe suit, ran approached the scene before him with anger in his eyes
“w-wife?” the man repeated in disbelief, immediately taking a few steps away from you once he processed ran’s words. “i-i’m sorry, sir. i-i didn’t know”
“well, now you do,” ran remarked with a chuckle, though there was clearly no amusement in his laughter. “leave, now”
without another word said, the man quickly ran away in fear, leaving you in the company of your husband
ran was quick to notice the annoyed glare that you were sending him, and he kissed you in amusement before voicing a quiet apology
“i know, i know. i’m sorry for not answering your calls. i’ll make it up to you,” ran promised sincerely, kissing you once more
haitani rindou
after concluding a meeting with one of bonten’s clients, rindou was making his way to his office when he happened to overhear two of his subordinates talking among themselves
“and then she said that she was married to an executive! please, do you think i’d fall for something like that?” one of the men laughed
“so you locked her up in the interrogation room for saito to deal with?” the other man questioned nervously
“yeah, pretty much”
with an unimpressed frown, rindou decided to ignore the rest of their conversation at the mention of the infamous saito
he was bonten’s famed interrogator, having made a name for himself because of his cruel and sadistic interrogation methods
rindou couldn’t help but feel sorry for whoever this unfortunate woman was
“it’s too bad, though. she was a real beauty,” the first man mused before he went on to describe someone rather familiar to rindou
in that moment, rindou suddenly remembered your text from this morning that informed him you would be stopping by his workplace with a homemade bento for lunch
all rindou could register was the sentiment of panic as he quickly ran to the interrogation room where you were supposedly being held captive
violently kicking down the door, he was greeted with the terrifying sight of saito standing before you with a knife in hand
“oh. hello, sir. i was just about to start with my interrogation-”
“get away from her, that’s my wife!” rindou proclaimed angrily
after saito was ordered to remove your handcuffs and quickly leave the room, rindou hurried over to you and immediately pulled you to his chest
“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry,” he whispered, his heart breaking once he noticed the way you hands were shaking
“just keep holding me, please,” you requested quietly, wrapping your arms around your husband as he comfortingly kissed the top of your head
sanzu haruchiyo
with a tired sigh, you glanced at the building across from you before frowning when you realized that your husband was still nowhere in sight
sanzu had forgotten his bento at home, so being the thoughtful wife that you were, you had decided to bring it to him at work
considering your husband’s manic personality and how he was not replying to any of your texts, you couldn’t help but be worried
steeling your resolve, you cautiously approached the two men standing near the front doors, who had been glaring at you the entire time with suspicion
“can we help you?” the man to your left questioned with a challenging raise of his eyebrow
“um, would you be able to call sanzu haruchiyo?” you asked timidly
“and just who are you exactly?” the one to your right scoffed
“a-a friend?” you answered hesitantly. “could you please tell him-”
“listen, lady,” the first man spoke. “can’t you see this isn’t a place for someone like you? we don’t have time for this. hurry up and leave already”
“please, it shouldn’t be too much trouble to-”
“i told you to leave,” he ordered angrily, intent on pushing you away after becoming annoyed with your continuous pleading
however, before his hand could land on your shoulder, sanzu harshly and unexpectedly took a hold of the man’s wrist
“touch her, and i’ll kill you,” sanzu threatened with a murderous smile before making his way to stand next to you. “that’s my wife you’re talking to”
seeing both of the men’s fearful reactions, sanzu chuckled before wrapping a protective arm around your waist and lovingly kissing your cheek
“i’ll be speaking to the two of you later,” sanzu warned darkly, glaring at the two men before turning to you with an adoring smile. “sorry to keep you waiting, love. let’s go enjoy our lunch date now”
summary — you and your husband try to keep your careers separate, but it sometimes can’t be helped that ran brings his work home
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“What do you guys think? Is this enough rice?” you asked, glancing at the chat as thousands of your subscribers and viewers sent in varying responses.
Yes, that looks good
Could use some more
You’re looking really pretty today!!
That’s enough rice imo
“All right, I think this should be fine,” you conceded after reading a few of the replies, animatedly commentating as you moved on to the next component of your husband’s lunch for tomorrow.
After a few minutes of meticulously arranging the various ingredients and side dishes, the bento box in front of you looked like a professional food advertisement with how it was so artfully presented. You couldn’t help but giggle as you read the many supportive comments that complimented you on your work, so you made sure to reciprocate your viewers’ kind words by thanking them.
When you first started your channel, it was just a hobby, with you posting a few tutorial videos on how you would cook and prepare your husband’s lunch every day for work. Ran had always loved your cooking and elaborate bento boxes, so he thought it’d be a charming idea for you to start your own YouTube channel. You didn’t think anyone would notice you, yet you somehow recently found yourself at ten thousand subscribers.
It was kind of funny, you thought. Married to a Bonten executive, your life was surrounded with money and luxury, but it was the random comments that thanked you for inspiring a viewer to start cooking or mentioned how your videos helped reduce their anxiety that really made you smile. What began as a simple hobby was now your career and passion.
“And that’s that for Ran’s lunch!” you cheered, putting the bento away in the refrigerator. “I think we still have time to cook dinner before he gets home, so what should we make? Oh, I’ll make a poll and let you guys decide!”
Another 1-2 hours of stream?? Bless
Will we finally get to see your husband today?
Husband face reveal when? No pressure though!
Cook anything you want my queen!!!
“I don’t know, guys. Ran’s not comfortable in front of the camera,” you explained with an apologetic smile, choosing not to mention that your husband was also a wanted man and a member of Japan’s most dangerous criminal organization.
And yet, despite never appearing on screen, Ran always did his best to make his presence known to your viewers and subscribers, much to your amusement and annoyance. He was that distant voice in the background of many of your videos, the tattooed arm that would sometimes pull you to the side and teasingly kiss you when you were live streaming. Despite never being on camera, your enigmatic husband was extremely well-liked and adored by your fans. However, even if your subscribers were curious to meet him, you knew that it was best if Ran remained a mystery.
Smiling at the camera, you were about to start cooking some gyudon for dinner, which had won the poll, when the front door was violently kicked open as two familiar figures hurriedly helped a screaming third figure into the living room.
“Those Kabukicho fuckers! I’ll kill them! I’ll kill them all!” Sanzu shouted, his voice grating and blood colouring his hands, clothes, and the floors of your house.
“Stop moving, you’ll make your injuries worse,” Rindou mumbled, looking more annoyed than concerned for his possibly dying acquaintance and co-worker.
“And can you try not to make a mess?” Ran requested with a friendly, almost mocking smile. “This is my house, after all.”
“Well, I’m sorry I got shot! In the fucking abdomen!” Sanzu responded in absolute sarcasm, clutching his stomach in an effort to stop the bleeding.
The sight of the three men arguing in the living room had you staring at them in shock and horror as you tried not to let the look of complete panic show on your face. Glancing at the chat, you knew it was too late, as a wave of new comments started to ask what was happening and who the two additional voices were. You suddenly felt like crying in that moment, but you collected your emotions and steeled yourself, wanting to fix this problem as quickly as possible.
“Hi, guys!” you confidently greeted while putting on your best smile.
“Oh, love, I’m sorry,” Ran voiced apologetically, his eyes scanning over the camera and other expensive video equipment that clearly told him you were recording right now. “It was an emergency, and our house was closer than headquarters. You can edit this out later, right?”
“It’s live.”
Your sharp response had the three Bonten men immediately falling silent as they all stared at each other in fear and panic. No one said anything for a few seconds, yet it almost felt as if time had stopped. Rindou was the first one to speak as he harshly cursed under his breath, while Ran looked like he was going to murder Sanzu if the second-in-command didn’t die from his gunshot wound first.
“So, how was your airsoft match?” you asked casually, turning your attention to expertly cutting the vegetables needed for tonight’s dinner.
Ran initially appeared confused, his eyebrows furrowed in questioning. However, after being married to you for so long, he was quick to understand what you were trying to accomplish with your question. “It was good! We won. Poor Haru got shot, though. But he’ll be fine.”
“That’s good,” you said with an approving nod, almost sighing in relief when you saw that the chat had fallen for your story.
Wow, your husband plays airsoft?? That’s kinda hot ngl
I’ve always wanted to try airsoft, but it looks painful
Damn that’s pretty cool
Lool rip Haru
“We’re going to get ready for dinner now. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to clean the floors, too. Call me if you need anything,” Ran said cheerfully as he and Rindou guided the hurt and bleeding Sanzu to the washroom where the first aid kit was stored.
“How did they do that?” Sanzu whispered conspiratorially to Rindou.
Your brother-in-law only sighed before replying with, “They have this weird couples’ telepathy thing. Don’t ask, I’ve been trying to figure it out for years.”
With the three men quietly leaving and the problem now resolved, you redirected your gaze to the camera and charmingly smiled once more. “Anyway, let’s get back to cooking, shall we?”
summary. ran is no stranger to getting love letters from adoring fans and admirers, only this time, the letter is addressed to you, his girlfriend
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Haitani Ran was known as a heartbreaker to those who were acquainted with him or knew of his reputation. This was unsurprising, considering his attractive looks, charisma, and popularity and influence within Roppongi. And yet, despite his rather polite and unassuming smiles, it was apparent that Ran was a dangerous and terrifying man, which was why so many people were understandably shocked when it became known that the two of you were dating.
You were an ordinary university student, though one that had unknowingly managed to charm the infamous Haitani Ran like no other woman had before. You weren’t some feared female gang leader, and you also weren’t a famous model or idol. You were simply a beautiful and intelligent woman that had unexpectedly caught Ran’s attention after expertly shutting down his men’s awful attempts at flirting with you on that fateful summer afternoon. He could still remember your cute sundress and the heat that he had felt as you glared at him and his associates, and it was at that moment that Ran had fallen in love with you.
Rindou, meanwhile, didn’t think that Ran had a chance or that your relationship would even last, knowing his brother’s personality and lack of commitment when it came to women and relationships. However, as time went on, it became clear that Ran was being serious for once in his life, and it didn’t take long before the two of you were a couple. It was obvious to anyone that your boyfriend was completely infatuated with you, which was why he was so confused in regard to his current dilemma. Everyone knew that he was happily taken, as he often annoyingly made this fact known, yet here he was, placed into a scene so very reminiscent of a shoujo manga.
“A-are you Haitani Ran-san?”
It was the weekend, and the streets of Roppongi were busy with crowds of people socializing and walking about. The noisiness and bright neon lights of the many restaurants, nightclubs, and bars gave Roppongi its distinctive nightlife-feel, and Ran was once again looking forward to spending time with you in the place that he lovingly called home. He had hoped to take you to dinner at one of his favourite restaurants before heading to the movie theater and watching a movie with you for the rest of the night, though his plans would have to wait as he blankly stared at the young woman standing across from him.
“Depends. Who’s asking?” Ran replied as he absentmindedly twirled his braid. She was an unfamiliar face, timidly avoiding his eyes with a letter in hand, and Ran couldn’t help but lightly scoff in response to this, already knowing what she was about to say. After all, he and his brother were practically celebrities in Roppongi, so he was familiar with receiving frequent love letters from fans and admirers. Even after the two of you had started dating, the letter would not stop, much to your boyfriend’s total exasperation.
“H-Haitani-san,” the young woman began nervously as she lifted her eyes to shyly meet his gaze. “I-I know this is rather unexpected, but I was wondering if you could accept this letter and-”
“Not interested,” Ran cruelly dismissed with a wave of his hand. “I’m already taken.”
“W-what?”
“I’m already taken,” he repeated with an unimpressed raise of his eyebrow. “I have a girlfriend.”
And it would take less than a second before the young woman quickly realized what Ran was trying to tell her, immediate disdain painting her face as she proceeded to clarify what she had meant by her earlier request. “What? No, I don’t like you or anything. I just wanted to ask if you could give this letter to your girlfriend for me.”
It was now Ran’s turn to be absolutely confused. “You want to confess to my girlfriend?”
“N-no! It’s a letter thanking her for saving me the other day!” the young woman corrected with a flustered snap, soon answering Ran’s curious look with the following story of what happened. “I-I was on my way home from work yesterday when this group of guys approached me and refused to leave me alone. Your girlfriend showed up and saved me, so I wanted to properly thank her with this letter. Those guys had said something about her being Haitani Ran’s girl before running away, s-so I asked around and found you.”
“Oh,” was Ran’s sophisticated response before trying to process everything. However, he soon found himself only able to silently compliment this woman for rightly recognizing your charm and brilliance, so with an eventual nod of his head, Ran wordlessly agreed to her prior request of giving you the letter.
“Thanks,” she said with a sigh of relief, passing over the letter with a low chuckle. “I still can’t believe that you thought I was confessing to you for a second there, Haitani-san.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ran immediately asked, suddenly taken aback by her comment. Was she trying to imply something?
“No offence, but you’re kind of,” she said nothing more as her eyes quickly scanned over Ran with subtle judgement and contempt. “Anyway, thanks again for doing this for me!”
“I-I’ll have you know that she asked me out!” Ran hastily argued as he watched her walk away, but they both knew that he was obviously lying. And so, throwing one last, defeated glare in her direction, Ran turned his attention to the letter in his hand with a sigh. Less than a minute, and he was already regretting his decision of being nice to someone other than you and his brother.
“Ran, is everything okay?” your lovely voice interrupted, surprising your boyfriend as you appeared next to him looking as beautiful as always. Seeing your pretty face, Ran had almost forgotten why he was even annoyed to begin with. Almost.
“I’m fine,” he replied before handing over a meticulously decorated letter. “Here. For you.”
“Who’s this from?” you asked in confusion.
“Your secret admirer,” he said with an indignant huff. “Made me give it to you.”
“I see,” you plainly remarked before opening the letter to read it.
Your lack of an immediate reaction had Ran instantly feeling anxious, not knowing how to respond as he watched you carefully read over the letter in contemplative silence. It was only after he had noticed the subtle smile on your face did he really begin to panic, wanting nothing more in that moment than to know what was written on that piece of paper to make you, his girlfriend, smile so beautifully.
“So, what does it say?” Ran asked casually as he wrapped an arm around your waist in an attempt to glance over your shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it,” you said with a placating kiss to his cheek, closing the letter and securely placing it into your bag before your jealous boyfriend could discern anything that was written. “It was very sweet, though. I wish I could’ve seen her again in person to thank her for the letter. Ran, if you ever see her, tell her that I said thank you.”
Your boyfriend was most certainly not going to be telling that woman any of this, yet he still smiled and nodded in fake agreement and cheerfulness as he began to guide you toward the direction of the restaurant where he had made reservations for dinner. Appreciating your cute, thankful smile, the memories of tonight’s earlier events were soon forgotten as Ran directed his focus and attention toward you and this date. That was until a scary realization made itself known to him. Did he just make a new rival? And for a quick instance, all Ran could think about was how he truly and sincerely hated these damn love letters.
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haitani ran
despite being raised by your brothers, you were the complete opposite of ran and rindou
you were kind, intelligent, polite, but certainly not any less charming, which was why ran found it so difficult to understand what your homeroom teacher had just told him
the second ran ended his phone call, he immediately informed everyone that they would be making a quick stop before attending today’s meeting
he was instantly met with a variety of different reactions, with some curious, others confused, and koko arguing that they would be late because of him
despite this, their car soon arrived in front of a school, causing most of the executives to stare at ran incredulously with the unspoken question of what he could possibly need at a high school
“i’m picking up my sister,” he casually explained before telling rindou to accompany him. “we’ll be back in ten minutes”
once he and rindou were gone, sanzu was the first person to speak, voicing everyone’s immediate thought as he loudly screamed, “there’s a third haitani?!”
eventually, your brothers were shown to the room where you, a male student, and an older woman were all currently sitting, and your homeroom teacher could only sigh before he went on to tell ran about how you had gotten into a fight with your schoolmate earlier this morning
“i was defending myself and my friend,” you tried to explain. “he wouldn’t leave us alone, and when we tried to walk away, he got angry and-”
“lies! my daiki would never do such a thing!” the older woman snapped as she glared at you contemptuously
“now, now,” ran said as he attempted to placate this woman, effectively using his charms against her as he began to discuss how they could possibly resolve this problem
watching her fall for ran’s expert manipulation, you turned your attention to your other brother as he sent you a curious look
haitani rindou
“did you win?” rindou asked, teasingly using the top of your head as an armrest
“yeah. i got him into that joint lock you taught me, but he gave up before i could even do anything,” you replied with a slight chuckle
humming in acknowledgement, rindou shifted his gaze from you to your schoolmate, quickly bringing his thumb across his neck in a threatening manner the moment daiki decided to lift his eyes and glance around the room
your schoolmate’s eyes hastily shot back to the floor after this silent confrontation, and rindou couldn’t help but smirk before offering you his congratulations
“good job. i’m proud of you,” he said with absolute sincerity in his voice
“all right, let’s go you two,” ran suddenly announced, apparently having finished with his conversation as he turned to address you. “so, you’re not in trouble, but we all agreed that you both should go home for the rest of the day. also, the two of you aren’t allowed to be near each other anymore”
“that’s a win in my book,” rindou whispered to you, making you laugh quietly
with an understanding and appreciative smile, you and your brothers got ready to leave when your homeroom teacher suddenly asked rindou a question
“by the way, have i seen you from somewhere before? like the news, perhaps?” he suggested as rindou subtly tried to cover his bonten tattoo. “oh, i know! you look like one of those pop idols my daughters are so obsessed with!”
trying not to laugh, you said your goodbyes to your homeroom teacher as rindou glared at the older man while looking beyond insulted
“i suddenly hate myself,” your brother stated as the three of you made your way to where their car was parked
bonten
when they had noticed you and your brothers approaching, many of the bonten executives prepared themselves for the spoiled brat that would undoubtedly be the youngest haitani sibling
however, to their surprise, the second you stepped into the car, you offered everyone a polite smile before introducing yourself and adding, “thank you for taking care of my brothers. i know how troublesome they can be at times”
“i like her!” sanzu excitedly remarked after a collective moment of shocked silence, and everyone would agree, as you soon got a tupperware of homemade cookies from your school bag and asked if anyone wanted a snack
your brothers were the first ones to move, both absentmindedly taking a cookie as they scanned over their notes, with mikey being the next person to unexpectedly accept your kind offer
“they’re good,” he eventually concluded, reminiscent of his own sister’s baking as he turned away to continue watching the passing scenery
seeing their leader’s approval, a few of the executives soon copied his action, and a wave of compliments was suddenly being sent in your direction
koko, though, couldn’t be bothered to humour you as he repeatedly glanced at the time, ready to blame you and your brothers if bonten happened to be late to their meeting today
“excuse me, sir. you have your calculations wrong there,” your voice rang out from koko’s left, making him scoff as you gestured to the excel file on his laptop screen
“you don’t know what you’re talking about—wait. how the hell did i not notice that?” koko cursed as he corrected this mistake, and his eyebrows furrowed in reluctant appreciation as he turned to look at you. “thanks, i guess”
“so, why’d your brothers have to pick you up from school, kid?” takeomi asked a while later, speaking for everyone as they all curiously wondered the same question
“i joint locked a schoolmate and almost broke his arm,” you said with a sweet smile
“damn. you remind of sen-”
however, takeomi was unable to say another word, quietly opening the car window before he proceeded to light a cigarette with a subtly pained expression on his face
mochi quickly choose to speak up next, wanting to distract everyone from the now overwhelming and awkward silence of the car, so he began to recount a funny story from his time in juvie
“i’ll never forget the first time i met ran,” he started. “we had just been assigned our cells and given our uniforms, and i was waiting in line to get my hair shaved. juvie rules and all that. imagine my surprise when i saw roppongi’s infamous and feared haitani ran crying his eyes out as three guards struggled to cut off his fashionable braids”
“i remember that!” rindou shouted as he began to laugh hysterically
“i thought we agreed never to talk about that,” ran said with an unamused glare, leaving mochi to simply shrug his shoulders in indifference
“please, like you have any right to laugh, rindou,” sanzu interrupted as he spoke to you with a conspiratorial tone. “rindou here had arrived at the office in tears last week. he kept mumbling about how someone had gotten into a relationship, how no one would ever be good enough for this person, and how he’d kill anyone that broke their heart. i’m now almost certain that he was talking about you-”
blinking in surprise, you could only watch as said brother violently threw himself across the seats in an effort to permanently silence bonten’s second-in-command, as his hands were dangerously aimed for sanzu’s neck
“i’m not in a relationship, though,” you whispered to your oldest brother, who was sitting beside you
“i know,” ran whispered back in amusement
“what is wrong with you guys?! don’t fight in front of our guest!” kakucho reprimanded, successfully breaking rindou away from sanzu as the second-in-command tauntingly laughed in victory
“boss, we’re here,” the driver announced a second later, and with a single look, mikey ordered everyone to be silent and to meticulously gather their notes before exiting the car, now expertly playing his role as bonten’s leader
kakucho was the last person to leave, your brothers having been forced by koko to hastily say their goodbyes, as they were the first ones to speak in today’s meeting
glancing around the car to make sure that nothing had been forgotten, he couldn’t help but musingly tell you, “i don’t know how you deal with your brothers every day”
“well, if they ever annoy you too much, just remind them that i would be disappointed,” you advised with a saccharine smile. “that usually works”
“you’re kind of terrifying,” kakucho partially joked. “did you know that?
“i know,” you replied, making him chuckle as he ordered the driver to get you home safely, about to close the car door when you made a final request. “oh, please tell everyone thank you again for taking care of my brothers”
“we try our best,” kakucho reassured you
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summary. if ran is the main love interest, then you are his one and only
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Kanrizaki Shiomi was the young mistress of the Kanrizaki Crime Syndicate Family. She was her father’s world and the last memento of his beloved late wife. It was for this reason that Shiomi’s father continuously spoiled her, regarding her as his perfect princess, who could do no wrong in his eyes. Never in her life had Shiomi been denied anything, and this was most certainly helped by her unmistakable beauty. Truly, never in her life had she been denied anything, so what made today so different?
Indignation clouded Shiomi’s mind as she continued to angrily march down the halls of the office building, a harsh frown distorting her usually lovely and saccharine face. She didn’t know where she was or where she was going, as the only thing she could focus on was the absolute annoyance she felt toward her father in that moment. He had lied to her and broken his promise about taking her shopping today.
“Please, princess, try to understand,” her father had tried to tell her before she stormed off. “I couldn’t pass up this chance to make a deal with Bonten. These are very important people.”
Yet Shiomi didn’t care for her father’s excuses, and it was the reminder of his perceived deception that caused her to not notice the person that she had just walked into, her outfit now ruined as their coffee spilled onto her dress. “Watch where you’re going, you idiot!”
“You walked into me, you clumsy bitch-”
“Now, now, Rindou. That’s no way to speak to a lady,” a charismatic voice interrupted, and Shiomi’s heart practically skipped a beat as she turned to look at the most unnecessarily attractive man that she had ever seen before. For the first time in her life, Shiomi was the one blushing as this handsome stranger shot her an apologetic smile. “I apologize for my younger brother. Here, take my jacket. It’s a shame what happened to your dress.”
“A-apology accepted,” Shiomi replied as she timidly took a hold of the piece of clothing, the citrusy spice of the stranger’s cologne now surrounding her as she rested the pinstripe suit jacket across her shoulders. “A-and since I’m feeling so gracious, I’ll even introduce myself to the likes of you two. My name is Kanrizaki Shiomi. You surely must know who I am, correct?”
“Kanrizaki?” the handsome stranger repeated with slight interest, and Shiomi couldn’t help but smirk in arrogant pride at this entirely expected reaction.
“And what is-”
“There you two are,” a new voice remarked in exasperation, another man soon approaching their group of three. He had a large scar that covered most of his face, making Shiomi frown in disgust. She couldn’t imagine possibly living like that, looking so unsightly. “The meeting starts in five minutes.”
“Tell that to the drama queen-”
“Rindou, that’s enough,” the attractive stranger interrupted once again, turning to Shiomi with a polite smile. “We must be leaving now. Goodbye, miss.”
And as the handsome stranger and his associates began to walk away, Shiomi was left wistfully staring at the one man who had ever managed to steal her heart, and she curiously wondered if she would ever get to see him again.
“Ran, do you have the documents ready for today’s meeting?” his scarred colleague asked.
“Koko should have them,” Ran answered absentmindedly.
Ran? The handsome stranger’s name was Ran? Shiomi couldn’t fight back the lovestruck smile that now appeared across her face as she quietly tested the sound of his lovely name out loud. Ran, the name of her future husband, Shiomi mused.
After that day, Shiomi would frequently accompany her father to his meetings with Bonten, hoping to see her beloved person again. She had come to learn that his name was Haitani Ran, an executive within Bonten. In Shiomi’s mind, this further demonstrated that she and Ran were meant to be together, their similar attractiveness, influence, and wealth making them the perfect couple. And yet, despite her clear interest in him, Ran never once responded to any of her flirtations.
On one occasion, while shopping in Ginza, Shiomi remembered seeing Ran at a high-end jewellery store, glancing over the various colourful and expensive accessories on display. She remembered thinking that their meeting had to be fate, and she quickly left her bodyguards in favour of walking into the store to talk to her future husband.
“Ran-san, what a surprise!” she greeted happily, causing Ran to lift an eyebrow in subtle questioning before he replied with his own words of greeting.
Ran’s gaze soon shot back to the display case in front of him, and Shiomi noted how his eyes kept looking at a particular amethyst necklace. She frowned, wondering why Ran would ever consider amethyst when emerald was much more complementary to her skin tone. Even after hinting this to him, Ran simply nodded his head before scanning his card and completing his purchase of the beautiful amethyst necklace.
With a disappointed pout, Shiomi quietly followed after Ran, reassuring herself that he would come to know her preferences for jewellery and fashion once the two of them got married. After waiting for him to hand over her present, Shiomi could only stare in shock as Ran politely wished her a good day before leaving for his car without another word. Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, Shiomi told herself that he was simply busy and would surely gift her the necklace next time, right?
On another occasion, Shiomi had visited Ran at his workplace, aimlessly wandering the halls while she waited for her love to finish with his meeting. Completely focused on the thought of Ran, Shiomi had not registered the person right in front of her, her harsh insults failing to be voiced as she met with the sight of an unbelievably beautiful woman. Although she was admittedly pretty, Shiomi couldn’t help but scoff once she saw the woman’s simple outfit and plain-looking bento box, assuming her to be someone’s lowly secretary.
Ignoring the woman’s questions of concern, Shiomi simply glared at her in condescension before walking off with a huff of annoyance. What right did this woman have to speak to someone of Shiomi’s high social standing?
It would take another forty-five minutes before Ran was finally done with his meeting, but the second that Shiomi saw him talking with his discount jellyfish of a brother, she immediately put on her best smile before hurrying over to him and sweetly asking, “Ran-san, are you free for lunch? There’s this new restaurant I would love to-”
“I’m sorry. I already promised Rindou that I would be having lunch with him today,” Ran interrupted, said brother smirking in amusement as he stood next to Ran.
Hearing his response, Shiomi tried her best to not let the disappointment show on her face as she soon noticed a familiar-looking bento box in Ran’s hand. Even after Ran had said goodbye and left with his annoying brother, Shiomi couldn’t help but wonder if that specific style of bento boxes was popular among the members of Bonten. How very curious.
Weeks passed, and Ran’s polite indifference toward Shiomi remained the same, yet she continued to convince herself that Ran’s feelings for her were sincere and true. After all, he had been the one to suggest that she spoke to her father regarding Bonten’s business offer. If the older Kanrizaki agreed to Bonten’s offer, then Ran and Shiomi would be able to see each other much more often. With this in mind, it didn’t take long before Shiomi’s father reluctantly signed the contract with Bonten on the persistent demands of his beloved daughter.
Shiomi’s eyes shined with excitement as she made her way to Ran’s office, her heart stuttering with every step as she pictured the kind and appreciative smile that he would undoubtedly send her way after hearing the news. “Ran-san, I-”
“You should wear this necklace more often. It looks beautiful on you.”
“That’s what you always say, you flirt.”
“Is it so wrong for a man to compliment his wife?”
The following sound of delighted giggles had Shiomi instantly frozen in shock, unable to process the scene before her or what Ran had just lovingly proclaimed. Wife? Did she hear that correctly? Anger and jealousy quickly painted Shiomi’s pretty face, as the sight of you, the lowly secretary from a few weeks prior, sitting on her beloved Ran’s lap all but confirmed Shiomi’s immediate fears. She began to regrettably notice just how close Ran was holding you and the affectionate look in his eyes that she had never once seen before. The sight of you and Ran smiling together was sickeningly sweet, and Shiomi absolutely hated it.
“O-oh, hello,” you greeted nervously, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you hastily moved away from your husband’s lap and onto the office couch. “D-did you need to speak with-”
“Shut up!” Shiomi screamed. “Don’t talk to me, you whore! Y-you stole him from me! He was supposed to be mine!”
“Stop,” Ran immediately commanded as he proceeded to protectively stand in front of you. “Don’t talk to my wife like that.”
At the mention of that word again, Shiomi’s heart began to hurt. “W-w-wife?! Ran-san, this has to be a joke, right? You were supposed to love me! N-no, I know you do! You were always so kind and caring, and you made me smile, so why-”
“I was only nice to you because Bonten needed your father to sign the contract. I honestly couldn’t care less about you,” Ran cruelly admitted as he lifted the chain necklace from underneath his dress shirt, showing off a ring that matched the wedding band on your left hand. “You and your family are now Bonten’s property after signing that contract. You have no power here, so leave before I force you to leave.”
“Ran,” you whispered in worry as you stood up to hold your husband’s arm, the act of which further angered Shiomi, her self-control completely snapping the second she recognized the pretty amethyst necklace across your neck.
With a manic scream, she ran toward you with the intent of tearing her necklace away from your undeserving neck, yet she suddenly found herself pinned to the floor of Ran’s office, her arms uncomfortably locked together as Ran threatened to break them both.
“Ran-san, you’re hurting me!” Shiomi cried. “I’m sorry! Please, I love you! D-don’t do this!”
The loud noise and commotion had Ran’s subordinates panickingly running into the room, not knowing how to react to the scene before them as their superior quickly ordered them to take a hold of Shiomi’s violently crying form. Her loud and desperate pleading was absolutely insufferable, but the men remained professional as they attempted to escort her away.
“Ran-san! Ran-san! I love you! I’m sorry! Don’t leave me, please!”
“What you did was unforgivable,” Ran coldly stated as he looked at Shiomi in total disdain. “You tried to hurt my most precious person. Get out of my sight, I never want to see you again.”
With those final words, Shiomi’s heart broke as watched Ran glaringly turn away from her, quietly walking over to you with gentle eyes of concern. Shiomi didn’t know what he was whispering to you, but she let out another heartbroken cry as the love of her life adoringly graced you with a comforting kiss, his gaze completely focused on you with all the love and affection in the world. It was at that moment that Shiomi painfully realized that didn’t just lose to you. She was never a part of this game to begin with. It had always been just you and Ran.
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summary — he catches his daughter’s boyfriend trying to leave the house
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haitani ran
arriving home from a dinner date, you and ran shared a look of confusion when you both noticed an unknown male figure leaving the house
after quietly telling you to stay in the car for safety, ran then reached for his gun and exited the car
“my, what do we have here?” your husband asked mockingly, causing the stranger to immediately freeze in his steps
the stranger was about to take step back when a warning shot was fired next to where he was standing
“i wouldn’t do that if i were you,” ran advised. “next time, i’m aiming for your head”
“dad? is that you?” a familiar voice called out from her bedroom window
“oh, akane,” ran greeted. “is this your friend?”
“you mean shinya-kun, my boyfriend? who you’re threatening with a gun?!”
“boyfriend, huh? well, this isn’t looking too good for you, is it?” ran asked shinya in amusement
“ran,” you said in exasperation, stepping out of the car after listening to their conversation. “just let him go”
ran appeared to contemplate his choices for a moment before akane snapped at him again
“dad, if you shoot him, i’ll never forgive you!”
“really?” ran challenged
“really!”
“fine, i won’t shoot him,” ran conceded as he turned to you with a charming smile. “love, can you get my baton? it should be in the backseat. i said i wouldn’t shoot him, but i never said anything about beating him to death”
“no,” you immediately replied, taking a hold of your husband’s arm before gesturing for him to follow you into the house. “goodnight, shinya-kun”
“g-goodnight, mr. and mrs. haitani”
“yeah, no,” ran remarked disapprovingly. “i better not see you here at my house ever again”
haitani rindou
you and rindou had just gotten home after an overseas business trip
it was a two week trip, and the both of you were beyond tired and just wanted some sleep
the moment rindou unlocked the front door, he was greeted to the sight of an unfamiliar male staring back at him in equal surprise
without a second thought, rindou immediately pushed you behind for protection before drawing his gun and aiming it at the stranger’s head
“you have ten seconds to tell me what you’re doing here at my house before i fucking blow your brains out,” rindou commanded, starting his count down. “ten, nine, eight-”
“w-wait, don’t shoot! i-i can explain-”
recognizing the panic-stricken voice, you looked over your husband’s shoulder to see a familiar face
“oh, suguru-kun”
“h-hi, mrs. haitani”
“you know him?” rindou asked you incredulously as he lowered his gun
“he’s mika’s boyfriend,” you answered
“mika’s boyfriend?!”
hearing the commotion, mika quickly ran downstairs from her room, only to freeze when she noticed you and rindou standing there at the front door
“m-mom, dad,” she stuttered. “y-you’re home early”
rindou’s gaze turned from suguru to mika before he looked back at suguru with a terrifying glare
“you, get out of my house. and you,” rindou addressed in reference to mika. “living room, now. i need to have a talk with you”
without another word said, suguru quickly ran out of the house, while mika reluctantly walked to the living room
and watching this all in amusement, you could only laugh
summary. the one time ran forgets to take off your hair clips
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No one had ever told you how difficult it was to have your own YouTube channel. If you weren’t constantly stressed about strict video deadlines or new hair tutorial ideas, then you were often anxious about meeting fans’ expectations and the occasional hate comments on your videos. Though, without a doubt, the most difficult aspect of your job was having to deal with your annoying hair model, also known as your boyfriend.
Working with Ran was both a blessing and a curse. On some days, your unpredictable boyfriend would remain quiet and simply look pretty for the camera, allowing you to style his hair and record your videos in peace. On other days, Ran would whimsically decide to be chaotic, frequently teasing you with kisses and compliments, maybe even a story or two about the killings that happened at work last week, all of which you would have to painstakingly edit out of your videos later.
And yet, no matter how truly exasperating he was at times, you also couldn’t have asked for a better model than Ran. He was your canvas and your muse, always unintentionally inspiring you to try out different hairstyles on him, if only to see how they would look on your pretty boyfriend. It most definitely helped that Ran had such a lovely face, as his attractiveness helped to highlight the beauty of your work. From simple, everyday looks to formal half-do’s and buns, the possibilities with your boyfriend’s hair were limitless. Not to mention, the countless comments regarding him from your viewers were quite funny, too.
I would sell my soul to L’Oreal to have such beautiful hair
Sir, I beg of you, what is your hair care routine??? Some of us are struggling and in need of guidance
I know that’s just how his face is, but the way he is staring at me as if I am unworthy and beneath him-
I know you told us in your last Q & A that your boyfriend wasn’t a part of the yakuza, but like, those tattoos?? Is it just me??
More than anything, though, what you liked about having Ran as your hair model was that you were able to spend more time with him, especially considering how busy your boyfriend always was with work. As an executive, Ran would often arrive home in the early hours of the morning or be in another city meeting with dangerous and influential clients, so it was these quiet, simple moments with him that you enjoyed and cherished most.
“Are you done yet?” your boyfriend asked anxiously after checking his watch for the third time.
Replying with a halfhearted hum, you carefully secured another hair clip in place before moving on to repeat this step once more. This had been your meticulous routine for the past thirty minutes, and although Ran was usually excited to see your finished work, he really couldn’t afford to give you any more time right now. Ran loved you, he really did, but he also feared that he would be late to his meeting this afternoon if you continued to be like this.
“Almost,” you said with a placating kiss to his cheek, and despite your reassurance, Ran’s almost instant and tired sigh signalled to you that he didn’t believe your words at all, and you couldn’t help but find this funny.
“Love, that’s what you said fifteen minutes earlier.”
“Okay, but I mean it this time. There, done!” you excitedly told him before taking a step back to admire your work. With a nod of your head, you couldn’t stop smiling as you took a few pictures and gazed at Ran with tearful eyes of amazement and pride. “Beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he immediately replied, making you playfully scoff as you began to gather your belongings from the bathroom counter. Too busy cleaning and putting away your hair clips, you almost didn’t register the quick kiss that Ran had given you before he hastily got ready to leave the house. “I’ll be going now.”
The drive to Bonten headquarters was one of loud shouting and annoyed curses as Ran tried his best to make it to his meeting on time while still not going over the speed limit. The last thing he needed at the moment was another police chase around Tokyo like last month. By the time he had reached the doors of the meeting room, Ran was trying to catch his breath while quickly fixing his tie before he walked into the room like a man who was fashionably late and not just plain late.
“Apologies, gentlemen,” Ran said as he took his seat next to Rindou. “I was dealing with something at home and nearly forgot the time. Anyway, what have we discussed so far?”
After not hearing an immediate answer, Ran proceeded to glance up from the paper in front of him and scan around the room, now noticing how all of the other Bonten higher-ups were staring at him in absolute confusion and amusement. Turning to Rindou, the younger Haitani quickly avoided Ran’s questioning gaze as he covered his mouth in a desperate attempt to fight back his laughter.
“What’s wrong?” Ran asked everyone curiously, not understanding why they were acting this way.
“Oh, nothing,” Sanzu replied, the smirk on his face telling Ran that he was about to say some sarcastic, taunting response. “Your highness.”
At the mention of that mocking title, all of the men began to laugh uncontrollably, Ran’s expression of confusion only further adding to their amusement as some of them started to laugh even louder, while others appeared to have tears in their eyes. Even Mikey, their cold and heartless leader, was struggling to hold onto his mask of apathy and indifference, as Ran could easily discern a subtle smile on his boss’s usually emotionless face.
It was only after Rindou had shown Ran a picture of himself did the older Haitani finally begin to understand the reason for his colleagues’ previously inexplicable and sudden series of laughter, and he honestly couldn’t help but shoot them all a completely unimpressed look because of it.
Ran’s hair was currently arranged into an elegant half-do, the strands of his dyed black hair having been formed into pretty, ribbon-like spirals that rested against his back and were artfully decorated with golden butterfly and flower hair clips that beautifully contrasted the colour of his hair.
Leaning back into his seat with an annoyed scoff, Ran exasperatedly waited for everyone to finish with their laughter before loudly saying, “You guys are just jealous. If you’re all done now, can we get back to the meeting?”
“H-he’s right,” Kakucho managed to say as they all began to quiet down. “Let’s get back to the meeting, everyone.”
However, for the next week, it became quite clear to Ran that he was the current joke of the office, as he had started to find random hair clips waiting for him on his desk whenever he arrived at work. They were obviously a lighthearted, teasing gesture from the other Bonten higher-ups, as each hair clip was a different style that spoke to the personalities of the other executives. And despite Ran’s unspoken annoyance about this, the bright smile on your face when he would gift you with one of these new and expensive hair accessories was more than enough to make him stay quiet and not say a word.
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summary — your marriage to ran is nothing more than a political alliance between your family and bonten, so why did you fall in love with him?
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edit — the sequel has been posted here
Haitani Ran was a handsome, rich, charismatic, and powerful man. As a Bonten executive, he was a highly influential figure with various connections and networks throughout the criminal underworld. He was also a skilled businessman and deadly fighter, never hesitating to eliminate his enemies or those who were deemed a threat to Bonten. In summary, Ran was a dangerous man that commanded both fear and respect, which was what made him the perfect husband for someone like you.
You were the daughter of a powerful yakuza family. For as long as you could remember, you were constantly told that your only purpose in life was to strengthen your family’s political standing and power. There was no such thing as a loving marriage in your world, only marriages of convenience.
You knew this when you had married Ran, and you had accepted the fact that your husband would never love you. So why? Why did it hurt so much to see Ran coming home so late covered in another woman’s perfume?
“Darling, you’re awake,” Ran noted with surprise as he removed his pinstripe suit jacket and loosened his tie. After placing his jacket onto the kitchen isle, he made his way over to the other side of the isle where you were seated and greeted you with a quick kiss.
The scent of perfume on him was both recognizable and nauseating, and you couldn’t help but throw him a look of contempt when you noticed the lipstick marks that painted his neck and shirt collar, the very same shirt that you had meticulously cleaned and ironed for him the night before. It was clear to you that Ran had made no effort to cover the marks, judging from the amused grin on his face as he went to pour himself a glass of bourbon.
“So, how was your day?” Ran asked after taking a sip of his drink.
“You missed dinner reservations,” you remarked bitterly, taking a sip from your own glass of wine. It was at times like this when alcohol was needed in order for you to deal with your husband.
“Oh yes, dinner reservations with your father’s colleagues, correct?” Ran mused, his eyes scanning over the elegant black dress that perfectly accentuated your figure. “Is that why you’re all dressed up tonight?”
“Ran-”
“I had work,” he interrupted with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. “You know I’m a busy man.”
“Work, huh?” you said pointedly, taking another sip of wine. “Is that what people call it these days?”
Ran only smirked in response, sending you a look of amusement. He found your anger to be charming, in a twisted and sadistic sort of way. He chose not to say anything, continuing to remain silent in an attempt to placate your anger. That was until you spoke your next words.
“By the way,” you said mockingly. “If you’re going to be cheating on me with your secretary, at least buy the poor woman some better perfume. You smell like a cheap department store.”
Before you could even react, Ran suddenly grabbed a hold of your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze as he glared at you in subtle rage. His eyes, which were normally so cold and distant, were now ignited with anger, and you couldn’t help but find those hues to be so hauntingly beautiful.
“That’s no way to speak to your husband, darling,” Ran addressed slowly and deliberately, his tone clearly denoting the unspoken threat of what would happen to you if you tried to insult him again. Unfortunately for your husband, you were unaffected by his sharp glares and dangerous threats.
Pushing his arm away, you hurriedly took a step away from Ran before shooting him a look of unrivalled anger and hostility. You wanted nothing more in that moment than to erase the taunting smile from his pretty face.
“Fuck you,” you managed to say with absolute hatred in your eyes.
“Oh, darling,” Ran responded with false sympathy. “You already have.”
With a deadly glare and nothing more to say, you quickly left the kitchen and locked yourself in the master bedroom. Collapsing onto the bed, you tried to keep your voice quiet as you practically broke down into tears. You wouldn’t give Ran the satisfaction of hearing you cry.
You hated him. You hated him so much. And yet, you hated yourself even more for falling in love with him. You knew that your marriage was nothing more than a political alliance between your family and Bonten, so why did you allow yourself to make such a stupid mistake?
With a tired sigh, you dried the remaining tears on your face as your eyes soon landed on the jewellery that adorned your left hand. There was your wedding ring, which served as a bitter reminder of your broken and loveless marriage. Next to it was your engagement ring, a beautiful diamond ring that undoubtedly cost more than several of the properties around Tokyo. It was a beautiful ring, simple in its design, and it was also the first real gift that you had ever received from anyone.
You could still clearly remember the day that you were given your engagement ring, as it was the same day you had fallen in love with the man who would never love you back.
“This is a rather simple engagement ring,” you noted, gazing at the diamond ring that was being offered to you in exchange for your hand in marriage.
“Isn’t that what you wanted, though?” the man sitting across from you asked in amusement before taking a sip of his gyokuro tea.
The atmosphere of the high-class, traditional tea house was calm and peaceful, yet it did nothing to resolve the sense of wariness and distrust that you felt as you glanced over at your future husband. Ran was a handsome and attractive man, but you knew better than to trust someone of his status and reputation. You supposed it didn’t really matter what you thought, as you would soon be engaged to him by the end of today’s meeting.
“You remembered that?” you questioned with a challenging raise of your eyebrow.
Ran smiled charmingly before answering, “Well, you once mentioned that you hated overly extravagant jewellery because you said that it made people look cheap and gaudy.”
Hearing Ran’s response, you couldn’t help but stare at him in complete shock and surprise. You did recall saying something to that effect, but you didn’t think that he would’ve remembered such a trivial and inconsequential comment. None of your previous suitors had ever bothered, but Ran was seemingly different. For the first time in your life, someone had actually listened to you and taken your thoughts into consideration.
With a mask of indifference, you quietly hummed and took another look at the diamond ring, subtly smiling when you noticed the way it beautifully shined and reflected the light of the room.
Ran’s next words were nothing more than a formality, as the two of you were planned to be wed soon, but you couldn’t stop your heart from stupidly skipping a beat when he asked, “Will you marry me?”
