The Bonten HQ was unusually peaceful that morning. No yelling, no tension, no blood.
Even more shocking—Mikey walked in smiling.
Not the neutral, unreadable smirk he usually wore like armor.
No.
A genuine, relaxed smile. Hands in his pockets. Hair slightly tousled. The faintest mark on his neck (no one dared point that out).
The rest of Bonten blinked like owls.
“…Am I hallucinating?” Ran muttered, nudging Rindou with his elbow. “Is he smiling?”
Rindou leaned back on the couch, arms crossed. “Something’s off. He’s either planning a massacre… or he got laid.”
Kakucho coughed into his hand to hide a laugh. “He’s humming. He never hums.”
“Should we ask?” Mochi whispered.
“Do you want to die?” Takeomi deadpanned.
The door opened again, and you walked in, wearing Mikey’s hoodie, hair still a little messy, cheeks flushed from the morning chill. You carried a bento bag in one hand.
The boys collectively stared.
“Good morning,” you greeted sweetly.
“Morning, (Y/N)-chan,” they chorused like students greeting a teacher.
Mikey walked over, plucked the bento from your hand with one hand and placed his other around your waist, pulling you in without hesitation.
The others watched as Mikey kissed your temple.
Right. In. Front. Of. Them.
Koko dropped his pen.
“…So it was sex,” Rindou whispered under his breath.
You blinked. “Hm?”
“Nothing!” they all said in unison.
You tilted your head but didn’t question it, smiling softly at your husband. “I put extra rice in yours.”
“Good,” Mikey said. “You’ll need to feed me later.”
“Oh,” you blinked, flustered. “O-okay.”
The rest of Bonten silently screamed.
As you left the room, Mikey turned back to them.
“What?”
Everyone straightened like soldiers.
“Nothing, boss!”
But once he left too, the silence broke.
Ran leaned in. “Who knew the key to keeping Mikey sane… was literally keeping him satisfied.”
Rindou groaned. “I’ll never look at bento rice the same again.”
