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.
⊹₊ 𐔌 The older haitaini — RAN, has been keeping an eye on you for a while now. whenever rindou brought his friends home, he’d shamelessly squeeze every second of interaction he could out of you. bringing out cups of tea, pretending it was simply out of goodwill, all just to hear your quiet “thank you.”,. he’d even go as low as wandering out of his room under the excuse of getting a glass of water despite not being the slightest bit thirsty, secretly hoping you’d invite him to join the conversation.
of course, he’d decline with a casual shrug, acting as though he had better things to do. all while his cute little brother sat nearby, shooting daggers at him for so obviously fishing for your attention.
with one rather unfortunate turn of events unfolding downstairs — a drink accidentally spilled all over you — ran caught the quiet, frustrated “goddammit,” that slipped past your lips as your footsteps wandered through the house in search of the bathroom.
to ran, however, it couldn’t have come at a better time.
“Ah… ahh, what to do?” ran muttered, leaning against the doorframe and towering over you just outside the bathroom. his long, raccoon-colored hair dripped with water, a towel slung low around his waist.
“Should I just tell my brother his cute little friend just barged into my bathroom?” ran mused, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. he leaned in, the damp tips of his thumb and index finger gently catching your chin, coaxing your gaze up to meet his.
“I’ve got a feeling he won’t let you come over for quite a while after that… hm?”
again, he teased. ran watched the way you nervously bit your lower lip, your eyes flickering with panic as you struggled to find the right words. every little reaction was exactly what he’d been hoping for. you were playing right into his hands. “N-no, please,” you pleaded.
damn, you’re getting him excited. too damn excited. The towel hanging loosely around his waist — miserably failing to do its only job to cover his manhood; who, no shame, hides its excitement.
“What should we do then, hm?” he asked, his voice maddeningly calm. a beat of silence passed before he spoke again. “What could we possibly do to make it even?”
He wasn’t rushing you. that was the worst part. ran simply let the silence settle, watching panic do all the work for him. every passing second left you more flustered, your thoughts spiraling until you could barely think straight. he hardly needed to manipulate you anymore — you were unraveling all on your own.
then, just as he anticipated — “P-please…” you blurted, desperation creeping into your voice. “I’ll do anything—anything… just don’t let rindou know. He’ll get mad.”
ran’s smile deepened, subtle enough that you almost missed it. you knew well enough how fiercely rindou loved his older brother. if it ever came down to choosing between the two of you, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe he’d take your side.
And ran knew that, too.
“Anything?” he repeated, his gaze lingering on your visibly trembling body — examining closely from head to toe. you swallowed the lump in your throat before giving a slow, almost imperceptible nod.
“…Anything.”
⊹₊ 𐔌 MIKEY’s childhood friend — baji’s younger sister, returning from the city with his grandparents after years without so much as a word.
he could barely remember you. the little girl with rosy, chubby cheeks, innocent looking wide round eyes, and a height that barely reached his shoulders had long since disappeared, replaced by someone far more mature than he’d ever imagined — body shaped so weirdly that he can never even think of. so… erotic. he could only stare.
you on the other hand, thought mikey had barely changed. “Hair’s longer now, I see,” you teased with a small smile, the familiar words carrying you right back to the days when he’d never let a single opportunity to tease you slip by.
the next few days were spent with mikey and your brother, falling right back into the rhythm you’d left behind years ago. his endless teasing, lazy antics, and shameless selfishness hadn’t changed one bit. having some time, he’d shamelessly ask for a massage. you’d always been the best at it.
“Come on,” the blond groaned, flopping onto the couch in his garage room, both waiting for baji who begrudgingly went to buy snacks after losing a game of rock-paper-scissors.
“Fine,” you could only groan in response, rolling your eyes and placing yourself onto the empty space beside him on the couch. you narrowed your eyes, catching another glimpse at the blond.
“How am I supposed to massage you with your shirt still on?” you frowned. “And where’s the oil?” your irritation only deepened when he simply sat up, eyes still closed, arms lazily lifted above his head.
he gave his shoulders a slight shrug, waiting expectantly. not a single word. the gesture alone was enough to tell you exactly what he wanted — and that’s how he’s always been.
“…Seriously?” you deadpanned, realizing he fully expected you to take his loose shirt off for him. With a reluctant groan, you did as he silently requested. grudgingly, you reached over and tugged the loose shirt over his head, tossing it aside, your gaze landing on his well-built abdomen — now that’s something that’s not similar to the past.
he cracked one eye open, an amused brow arching as he caught you staring. he’d been pointing toward the bottle of massage oil for the past few seconds, yet you hadn’t reacted at all. “Earth to you,” he called, waving a hand in front of your face. “Earth to you.”
“I’m amazing, aren’t I?” he grinned. you could’ve sworn a star sparkled beside his eye as he flashed that unbearably smug smile, proudly patting a hand against his toned abdomen as if waiting for your praise. instead, an irk mark seemed to appear on your forehead as you looked away, eyes squeezed shut.
“You know what? I don’t want to massage you anymore.”
you waited for a banter — but received a shrug instead “Yeah, you know what? I’ll massage you instead.” he flashed you a grin before resting his hands on your shoulders, effortlessly turning you around to face away from him.
His hands settled on your shoulders with surprising care, thumbs pressing into the knots better than you imagined him doing so. his hands slowly worked their way downward, thumbs pressing gentle circles through the fabric of your shirt, easing the tension from one sore spot after another. a quiet, involuntary, “Mhn…” escaped your lips as your shoulders gradually loosened beneath his touch.
His hands drifted lower until they reached the hem of your top, holding your hips with both hands, his thumbs slides underneath the garment, trying to catch a reaction from you. receiving a quiet sigh with no disapproval, the young latter guided his hands deeper onto the clothes. you thought nothing of it — this is how mikey is used too, he’s always been touchy.
“You’ve grown,” mikey mumbled, his gaze and fingers lingering beneath the thin layer that’s hiding your figure from his sight. “…Your body has changed so much.” he followed. if you weren’t his childhood friend you would’ve thought something different.
he drizzled a good amount of oil on his hands — now raising the fabric up above your shoulders before soothing the warm oil over your back. you twitched, resisting the soft touch on your back.
“I almost didn’t recognize you.” he grumbled, oiled hands pausing at the sides of your waist, leading back and forth; then, lazily, slowly — really slowly extending themselves upward. “M-Mikey,”
“Even your voice has changed.” his brows twitched, “…It became so seductive,” he drew you closer, right in between his legs, his hands bringing you close enough to feel his every breath, the warmth tickling your nape, hands steady against the sides of your ribcage.
“It’s making me wanna do bad things to you.”
⊹₊ 𐔌 SHINICHIRO — seeing his childhood crush again after what felt like a lifetime at a reunion held in wakasa’s private villa had his stomach flipping all over again. there you were, laughing softly, looking every bit as breathtaking as he remembered. maybe even better. and maybe, just maybe, this time he finally has a chance.
he’d changed, after all — older, more mature, far more composed than the hopeless teenager who could barely string two words together around you. and he remembered correctly, he could have sworn that used to be your type.
shinichiro couldn’t have thanked his beloved friend more for bringing you along with your friends. with a grin, wakasa gestured toward him — as if introducing the man with black locks to you again.
You let out a small laugh.“I remember Sano, silly. How could I ever forget him?”. with those words leaving your lips, shinichiro slowly turned toward takeomi, already seated, before pointing a finger at himself, eyes wide and mouth hanging open, mouthing ‘me?’, as if he heard wrong.
composing himself, shinichiro let out a quiet breath before clearing his throat. with a small smile tugging at his lips, he closed the distance between you and held out his hand.
“It’s been a while,” he said, a little more confidently than he felt. “Why don’t we catch up?” takeomi’s brows shot up, everyone’s eyes falling on the floor — waiting for your response.
you smiled warmly, eyes closing with a tilt of your head, accepting his hand. “I’d love to.”
chuckling to himself, wakasa pulled two empty chairs over and set them beside each other before gesturing for the both of you to sit. “Bring out the drinks,” he called.
the night stretched on longer than you expected. you couldn’t even remember how many drinks you’d had — far more than you could normally handle. but shinichiro surely did drink a lot more; he’s always been weak with alcohol. besides, between catching up with old friends and talking with each, you could never noticed the alcohol catching up to you. you could only be grateful, wakasa had already prepared extra rooms for anyone who wanted to stay the night.
“I wish we ended up together…” the drunken shinichiro mumbled under his breath, tipping the last of his liquor back before setting the empty bottle aside.
wakasa glanced from you to his old friends, only to find everyone else just as intoxicated — slumped against one another, laughing far too loudly and too drunk to notice either your absence or the quiet confession that had slipped from shinichiro’s lips. as reliable as you are, you didn’t miss the concern coming across wakasa’s face. pushing yourself to your feet, just as pleasantly tipsy, you flashed a reassuring grin on his wakasa’s shoulder. “I’ll guide him up,”
“Thanks.” wakasa glanced back at his old leader, cheeks flushed from one drink too many, practically clinging to your side as you helped him walk. the corners of his lips curled into a grateful smile. as the host, he couldn’t exactly leave the party himself — silently watching as the two of you gradually disappeared into the villa.
“Ugh…” shinichiro groaned the moment he reached the room, letting himself fall, back first on the bed. you lingered by the doorway, glancing back one last time before turning to leave.
“…Don’t leave,” your steps came to an abrupt halt. slowly, looking over your shoulder, only to find his dozing figure. you let out a quiet sigh, glancing at the man with cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. shaking your head with a faint smile, you walked back into the room, grabbed the spare blanket, and gently draped it over him before he could catch a cold.
you quietly sat beside him, your gaze falling on his peacefully sleeping face as the room settled into a comfortable silence. a long moment of silence before his eyelids slowly fluttered open, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Stay…”, he mumbled weakly, his brows furrowing ever so slightly, his voice carrying a quiet plea that made your heart skip a beat.
“I’m not leaving, Sano,” you whispered. you watched as your old acquaintance sleepily reached for your hand, gently guiding your palm to his cheek before closing his eyes, quietly savoring its warmth.
“Shin…” he mumbled. “I want you to call me Shin.” a sleepy smile found its way onto his lips before he looked at you once more, his gaze soft despite the haze of alcohol. “You’re still as beautiful as ever.”
gently, he tugged at your hand until you eased onto the bed beside him. without a word, he rested his head against your stomach, letting out a quiet, contented sigh as his fingers absentmindedly playing bridge in between your chest.
maybe it was the alcohol clouding your judgment, letting him do as he pleased without a single complaint. or maybe, you just like how he is right now — you didn’t even bother knowing.
shinichiro’s hand slowly found its way to your neck, his fingertips gliding gently along your jaw before coming to rest beneath your chin. his index drew against your lower lip, his gaze never once leaving yours.
“Call my name,” he murmured, gaze falling on your lips, his voice low and steady. his pointer finger gently pressed on the soft skin of your lower lip.
“Shin,” you called softly, shinichiro’s gaze never wavering, watching your lips as every syllable left them. he swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing, before shifting his hips slightly on the bed.
“You’ve always had this effect on me,” shin started, his voice barely above a whisper. his fingertips lingered to the edge of you teeth, extending itself to touch the insides of you cheeks, pressing on the soft muscle. “Everything that comes out of this pretty little mouth of yours…” he paused.
“It got me feeling some desire.” he admitted, retrieving his fingers and popping them inside his mouth. tongue circling on his fingers, tasting the bitterness of the alcohol from your saliva.
“Desire?” you echoed, shamelessly at that — knowing full well what he’s talking about. “Yeah,” he answered simply, meeting your gaze without looking away. he leaned in, hovering on top of you, leaving just enough for the space between the two of you to breathe.
“Something like making me want to hump into that mouth of yours.”
Summary: You’ll just keep him around until graduation and then pull off a clean break. After all, a notorious delinquent doesn’t exactly belong on your resume forever.
Warnings: Threats of violence, graphic depictions of violence, power imbalance, forced relationship, forced kissing.
Author's Notes: N/A
You are dating Ran Haitani.
The sentence sounds absurd, no matter how many times you think it. Yet, it’s the exact rumor currently keeping the back row of the classroom occupied, growing a little more exaggerated with every passing week. Did you hear? [Name] is dating Ran Haitani.
People stare, of course. You can’t exactly blame them. Everyone in the district knows what he is, even if they only dare to say it when his back is turned.
Some say he belongs to some famous gangs. Others swear he used to run half the city with his younger brother before he was even old enough to drive. Though you aren’t entirely sure of the specifics. Ran doesn’t volunteer the details of his evenings, and you have never been inclined to press him for them. Whenever you ask where he disappeared all weekend, he smiles and says, "Out."
When you ask with who, he answers, "People."
Maybe ignorance really is bliss.
To be fair, Ran was the one who pursued you first. Around Roppongi, he and his younger brother, Rindo, are known as the most stylish delinquents you could ever encounter. You still remember the afternoon he showed up outside the school gates, leaning against a polished motorcycle. He had these ridiculous, heavy earrings that caught the sun every time he tilted his head, looking completely out of place against the drab brick of the building.
Amidst a sea of a hundred identical school uniforms, Ran stood out entirely. When he walked straight through the crowd and stopped in front of you, you actually looked behind yourself to make sure as the bewildered stares of your peers prickled against your back.
You have been making questionable decisions ever since.
It's not as though dating him is miserable.
Ran remembers your favorite snacks. He waits outside after class when it rains. He complains whenever you refuse to let him carry your bag, then carries it anyway. But he is far from an ideal, textbook boyfriend. He is still a reckless teenager with a life full of secrets. He completely forgot your three-month anniversary, showing up three days late without a single clue until you brought it up. Sometimes he just vanishes entirely for days at a time, leaving your texts on read. When he finally resurfaces, he acts like no time has passed at all, casually returning with a random little trinket that he refuses to explain,
Dangerous people, you've learned, don't have to be cruel to be dangerous.
There are rumors, too. You know he spent time in juvenile detention when he was younger. Though you don't know the reason why—you just assume he got into a bad street fight. Rebellious teenagers do things like that all the time, right?
_
During attempts at sneaking out, your hands shake so badly that you nearly drop your phone while trying to text him. You ease your bedroom window open and discover, to your horror, that Ran has somehow already climbed halfway up the tree beside your house.
"Are you insane?" you whisper.
"A little," he winks, entirely unbothered by the height.
The latch on your window has been loose for years. Your father keeps saying he'll fix it whenever he has time. Apparently, Ran has noticed, he pushes it open the rest of the way and motions for you to climb through.
"There is no way that this is safe," you hiss.
Ran lets out a low chuckle. "Look on the bright side. It’ll be funny if you fall."
"You are the worst boyfriend imaginable," you glare at him, swinging one leg over the windowsill anyway.
The moment you look down, the dark ground suddenly looks miles further away than it did from the safety of your room. You hesitate, your fingers locking onto the window frame in a sudden wave of panic.
Ran tilts his head, a knowing smile tugging at his lips as he looks up at you. "Don't tell me you're backing out now? You trust me, don't you?"
"...Yeah."
The answer leaves your mouth before your brain can even voice a protest.
You let go. For one terrifying second, as the wind rushes past your ears, you are certain you've made the worst decision of your life.
Then a pair of arms catches you around the waist before your feet ever reach the ground. Ran steadies you, waits until you're balanced.
"Told you," he gives a wicked grin and taps his fingers against your hip.
Your heart is pounding hard enough to qualify as a medical emergency.
He parked his motorcycle a few blocks away, fully aware of how loud the engine is and determined not to wake your parents. He takes your hand, pulling you along the quiet sidewalk.
When you reach the bike, you notice he already has your helmet resting on the seat. He bought it weeks ago after deciding that borrowing one from Rindo was "gross." You meet Rindo from time to time when they hang out, and even the younger brother is nice to you, occasionally tossing a playful, teasing comment your way.
You scoop the helmet up, then notice he isn't moving to grab his own.
"Aren't you wearing one?" you ask, crossing your arms and planting your feet.
Ran just chuckles, tossing his long braids over his shoulder as he swings a leg over the motorcycle. "Don't have one."
"You absolutely have one."
"I absolutely left it somewhere," he says, flashing an innocent smile that convinces exactly nobody.
"So I'm not getting on until you wear one."
He sighs dramatically, slouching over the handlebars. "You've become really bossy lately. You know it messes up my hair—"
"Ran."
You don't budge, holding his gaze until he groans. Reaching into the side compartment, he pulls out the hidden second helmet and straps it on over his braids.
"So you did bring one," you say.
"I was hoping you'd forget."
"You've known me for six months."
Ran clicks his visor down, his eyes curving into a crinkle. "I keep hoping."
Once you climb on behind him, the quiet night shatters. Ran guns the engine and races through the empty streets, the city opens around the two of you in streaks of red brake lights and glowing convenience stores, late-night restaurants spilling laughter onto the sidewalks, apartment windows shining like stars stacked on top of one another. He purposely drives a little too fast, taking the sharp turns that force you to squeeze your arms tightly around his waist, burying your face into his back.
"Ran! Slow down!" you yell over the wind.
"I am!" Ran laughs, the vibration of his chest rumbling right against your hands as he speeds up just a fraction more to tease you.
"You absolutely are not!"
The wild ride ends when he pulls up to a massive arcade in a bustling, sleepless district of Tokyo. Inside, the atmosphere is loud and entirely washed in brilliant, flashing neon lights.
Ran is an incredibly attentive date. Before you can even suggest a game, he buys a ridiculous, heavy cup full of tokens and hands it over to you. He says if you both don't use them all then you’ll lose trying.
You spend the next hour doing exactly that.
You lose spectacularly at basketball.
You somehow finish last against a group of twelve-year-olds in a racing simulator.
Later, you challenge him to a racing game, sitting side-by-side in the plastic arcade seats. You end up losing terribly, your virtual car crashing into a wall on the final lap. Ran throws his head back and laughs, completely delighted by your frustration, before dropping another token into your slot to let you try again when you glares at him.
Then he wanders over to a claw machine.
"Pick one," he says, tilting his head toward the colorful prizes inside.
You glance at the tangled heap of plushies. "Don't bother. They're rigged."
"So?" Ran scoffs softly, already dropping a token into the slot. On his very first try, the claw grabs a ridiculously oversized lavender rabbit and drop it into the chute.
"There you go." He retrieves it and places it into your arms like a trophy. "That was almost too easy."
"You cheated," you say.
"I didn't, some of us just have actual talent," he says, nudging your shoulder as the arcade lights dance across his grin.
You hug the rabbit a little tighter and decide not to answer. Of course, you aren’t entirely stupid. You know this little arrangement carries a certain degree of risk. Your family would harbor a collective stroke if they ever saw him, and your noisier relatives would spend the next three major holidays dissecting the disaster of you associating with someone so clearly tied to gang affiliations.
Even your cousins, who think getting a tattoo behind your ear counts as rebellion, would suddenly discover the value of family tradition.
Gang members don't settle down.
Gang members don't have futures.
Gang members bring trouble to your doorstep.
Perhaps that's why you've never told them.
You will keep him around until graduation. Let him serve as the thrilling backdrop to your final year of youth, and then you'll thank Ran for the memories, wish him well, and quietly disappear into a future with internships and office jobs and respectable people. After all, a notorious delinquent doesn’t exactly belong on your resume forever.
Around midnight, the heavy crowd inside the arcade finally starts thinning out. You and Ran step back out into the cool night air and head toward the parking lot. You yawn as you follow Ran toward the rows of metal bicycles, the lavender rabbit tucked beneath one arm. Your throat feels completely parched from the heat of the machines and talking over the loud music.
"I'm freezing," you mention, shifting the plush prize in your arms, "and I'm getting so thirsty."
He glances sideways at you. "Want a drink?"
"If they have melon soda."
"They better," he says, already scanning the aisle for the vending machines.
The vending machines inside the arcade greet the two of you with rows of empty shelves. Everything worthwhile has already been bought by students and couples lingering long after curfew.
"Wait by the bike," Ran says, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets. "There's another set of machines just around the corner. I'll be right back."
You nod and keep walking toward his motorcycle. He doesn't seem worried. Why would he be?
You're standing under bright lights in a public parking lot attached to a busy entertainment district. Security cameras and people are wandering in and out, nothing bad happens in places like this.
At least, that's what you tell yourself.
You lean against a railing and absentmindedly squeeze the stuffed rabbit's oversized ears.
The lot empties little by little, leaving vast stretches of dark asphalt between the flickering streetlamps. That's when you notice a group of three or four guys has been loitering near the edge of the lot. They wear mismatched streetwear and look thoroughly disheveled.
Sensing an easy target, they move in.
"Hey there," the guy in the front says, a nasty grin spreading across his face. "You're out pretty late."
"I'm waiting for someone," you say, offering a polite smile that doesn't reach your eyes.
"Yeah?"
The tallest one glances around the parking lot.
"Looks like you're alone."
Hearing that, you take a cautious step backward, your stomach does a sharp, ugly flip.
Almost instantly, the shadows shift. Another guy steps sideways, his laughter cutting through the quiet air. They quickly fan out, blocking your path to the motorcycle and cutting off your route back to the bright entrance of the arcade.
"Come on, we're just talking," another say. "That's a pretty nice bike you're leaning on. Your boyfriend leave you behind?"
Your fingers tighten around the plush rabbit. You tell yourself to stay calm, they're probably just trying to scare you.
A force suddenly hits one of them from behind.
There is a loud—hollow crack of metal meeting a skull. The guy doesn't even have time to scream; his eyes roll back, and his body collapses instantly onto the asphalt, completely unconscious and limp.
The remaining three guys gasp, spinning around in panic. Standing in the dim light of the streetlamp is Ran.
His eyes are half-lidded, yet his expression completely blank as he looks at the group. In his right hand, he holds a silver telescoping baton that glints under the neon light.
His gaze drifts from the unconscious boy to the others, then to you. "You okay?"
Your voice refuses to cooperate, but you nod anyway.
Only then does he look back at the remaining boys. Recognition spreads across the leader, his face goes entirely pale.
"M-Haitani..." the leader stammers, his confidence evaporating into pure terror. "We didn't know—"
"They’re with me," Ran interrupts, tossing the drink bottle lightly in the air and catching it.
The guys start backing up, raising their hands in frantic apology, desperately trying to defuse the situation. But it is already too late.
Before the leader can even turn to run, Ran moves with terrifying speed. The heavy metal baton strikes the man's collarbone with a horrific, splintering sound. The man drops to the asphalt, screaming, but Ran doesn't stop. He swings again, the metal cracking against ribs and jaws.
The other two try to run, but Ran already catches one by the collar, dragging him backward and slamming his head repeatedly into the brick wall of the arcade until the man slides down, leaving a smeared trail on the masonry. The final thug falls to his knees, sobbing and covering his face, but Ran simply stands over him, methodically bringing the baton down again, and again, and again.
You stand frozen by the motorcycle, while Ran keeps striking long after the man stops moving, long after the whimpering dies down. The brutal reality of the violence knocks the breath straight out of you.
As the groans of the barely conscious men echo across the empty parking lot, you stare at blood and teeth spray across the concrete, utterly terrified of the person you've been dating.
The sound of metal striking bone finally stops.
Ran stands over the bodies, breathing easily as if he had just finished a light workout. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he collapses the bloody baton back into its compact size and slips it away. When he turns around to look at you, his eyes instantly soften, the terrifying vacancy disappearing as he spots the plush prize lying in the dirt.
He steps toward you, lifting a plastic convenience store bag. "Hey. I got your drink, and—"
You take a violent step backward, your entire body shaking. Your breath hitches, your chest heaving as you stare at his fingers—fingers that are dusted with a light spray of someone else's blood.
Ran freezes. His hand hovers in the empty air between you as he registers the horror in your expression. For a split second, a flash of something unreadable cuts through his usual calm, but he forces his face back into a reassuring expression. He takes a slow step back, giving you space.
"Woah, easy. Look at me," he says, his voice incredibly soft, dropping down to that low, soothing tone he uses when he's teasing you. "I'm not going to hurt you. I would never, ever hurt you. You know that, right?"
You can barely nod. Your jaw is locked tight, your knees shaking so violently you feel like you might collapse into the dirt alongside the discarded plush prize. Ran notices the terror locking up your joints. He doesn't push it. Instead, he carefully picks up the fallen stuffed animal, dusts it off with a clean corner of his jacket, and gently sets it on the seat of the bike.
It takes a long time for your breathing to slow down. You let him guide you back onto the motorcycle, though you hold onto his jacket with stiff, trembling fingers this time, keeping your eyes strictly averted from the dark stains on the pavement.
The ride away from the arcade is a total blur. He drives slowly this time—painfully so—and neither of you says a word. You don't even realize you're trembling until you notice the vibration in your own hands.
Ran notices first. At the next red light, he reaches back as though to squeeze your arm.
You flinch.
His hand stops dead in midair. Then, he withdraws it without a sound, his fingers slipping back onto the handlebars just as the traffic light changes to green.
Eventually, the motorcycle pulls into a tiny neighborhood park squeezed between apartment buildings. Ran leads you to a wooden bench, silently handing you the cold bottle of your favorite drink along with a small plastic cup of ice cream. It's ridiculous. He's treating you like a kid who just fell off a bicycle, completely ignoring the fact that he just fractured three men's skulls a block away.
You don't drink it. You just stare at the melting ice cream, the plastic spoon heavy in your hand, entirely unable to swallow a single bite. Neither of you talks for a long time, until Ran suddenly reaches toward you again. This time, slowly. Giving you every opportunity to pull away.
When you don't, he wraps both arms around you and draws you against his chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck, holding you as if you might vanish if he lets go.
"Ran?" you whisper against his shoulder, your voice small.
"I'm sorry..." he murmurs, his grip tightening.
You blink against the dark fabric of his jacket, confused by the sudden vulnerability.
"I'm sorry for leaving you all alone. For letting those idiots get close to you..." His voice cracks slightly, filled with a terrifyingly genuine guilt. "I'm sorry."
He holds you tighter, his chest rising and falling against yours. "Next time, call my name out loud. I promise I'll come to you right away."
Looking at him now, the monster from the parking lot feels like a distant, bad dream. You want to believe this version of him. You want to believe that the danger is something he can just switch off when he’s with you.
Slowly, you reach your hands up, cradling the back of Ran's head, letting your fingers slide through his neat braids as you lean heavily against him.
"I'm sorry, too," you whisper.
Ran pulls back just an inch, looking down at you with a curious expression. "For what?"
You consider the question.
For dragging him into your life. For making him worry. For being afraid of him. For wishing you had never seen what happened in that parking lot. For knowing that nothing feels quite the same anymore—
Instead, you mumble, "I don't know."
Ran blinks, the gravity of the moment instantly evaporating. His lips twitch into an annoyed pout. He even makes a ridiculous, exasperated face, entirely ruining the tragic romance of the mood.
"...Seriously?"
"It sounded better in my head," you shrug.
Ran scoffs, rolling his eyes as he lets go of you just enough to lean back against the bench. "Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you're making jokes? You are completely heartless."
"You're the one who made it weird," you tease back weakly.
Ran huffs, but the easy, lazy smile quickly slides back onto his face. He reaches over, playfully flicking your forehead. "Yeah, yeah. Eat your ice cream before it turns into soup, brat."
For the next ten minutes, the terrifying edge of the night completely melts away. You tease him about his dramatic apology, and he shoots back with his usual mocking banter. It works, too. Ran is so effortlessly charming when he wants to be that you actually find yourself laughing until the knot in your stomach completely unties itself. To anyone passing by, they’d just see a couple of normal, stupid teenagers flirting in the middle of the night.
It’s an incredibly nice illusion; you almost convince yourself that you can just ride this out. But then you look at his eyes. Even while he's laughing at you, the violet is completely cold. You know that if those guys walked into this park right now, Ran would do it all over again without blinking.
You really need to break up with him.
_
You pace back and forth across your bedroom floor, staring down at your phone until the screen blurs. Your heart thumps against your ribs. You have been fighting with yourself for the past hour, rewriting the same text message a dozen times before you finally find the courage to hit send.
The message is painfully short.
Are you busy?
You stare at the screen afterward, immediately regretting it.
Maybe this is a terrible idea, asking him to hang out one last time before ending things is unnecessarily cruel, instead of just ripping the bandage straight off.
Your thumb hovers over the message, wondering if deleting it would somehow erase the fact that you sent it.
Your phone vibrates.
No. Want to go somewhere?
You blink, the reply came so quickly that it feels automated.
You type back before you can overthink it.
Sure.
You figure you have at least an hour to prepare yourself while you wait for a reply mentally. But less than ten minutes later, the distinct rumble of a motorcycle engine vibrates right outside your house.
You scramble down the stairs, and when you open the front door, Ran is already idling at the curb. He's in his gang uniform, leaning back against the seat with one hand on the handlebar. Luckily your parents aren't home today, saving you the trouble of catching you with him.
"Ran? Wow, you got here fast." You jog over to him, nervously adjusting the strap of your bag. "I didn't mean to drag you out so abruptly. You weren't busy, right?"
Ran shifts his head, giving you a lazy smile through the open visor of his helmet. "For you? Never. I have all the time in the world."
Right on cue, his phone starts buzzing furiously inside his jacket.
Ran sighs, a faint flicker of annoyance crossing his face before he pulls the device out. Instead of putting it to his ear, he hits the speaker button. Instantly, Rindo’s voice explodes through the line, so loud and angry it cuts right through the rumble of the motorcycle engine.
"Ran, you idiot! Where the hell did you go?!" Rindo yells, sounding out of breath and incredibly stressed.
"I'm outside," Ran says, calmly moving the phone an inch farther from his ear.
"I know you're outside! We're in the middle of a meeting, you can't just leave!"
You open your mouth to tell Ran he needs to go back to Roppongi, but Ran doesn't look remotely guilty.
He stares straight ahead at the road, presses the power button on the side of the phone, and holds it down until the screen goes completely black. He slides the dead phone back into his pocket, turns his head back to look at you, and gives you a reassuring nod.
"...Anyway, what do you want to do today?" he says.
"...That's it?" You stare at him, feeling a little guilty. If you knew that he was in the middle of the gang meeting, you would've saved the breakup for next time. "You just hung up on your brother."
"He'll get over it," Ran waves a hand dismissively. It doesn't make you feel better one bit.
He swings one leg over the motorcycle and offers you the spare helmet. "So? Where are we going?"
"I haven't decided." You take the helmet, forcing an awkward laugh as you climb onto the back of the bike.
"Good, we've got all day."
As you wrap your arms around his waist, you squeeze your eyes shut. You need to make this afternoon completely perfect. If you can just keep him in a great mood, keep things fun, and let him down easy, everything will go smoothly. It has to.
You do not notice the way Ran glances back over his shoulder, studying your expression for a heartbeat longer than usual.
He doesn't say anything.
You pull him toward the high-end streetwear district, a bustling maze of sleek glass storefronts and trendy boutiques. Since your ultimate goal is to soften him up before the final blow, you throw yourself into the role of the attentive girlfriend.
Ran is entirely in his element—he loves fashion, and it shows. You spend the next hour steering him from one window display to another, nodding eagerly as he critiques the latest seasonal drops and points out pieces he thinks would look good on you.
"You'd look cute in that knit," he muses, leaning his shoulder against a pristine glass pane, his violet eyes tracking your reflection. "Maybe we should go inside and buy it."
"No, no, just looking today!" you say quickly, forcing a bright, airy laugh that feels a little too loud in your own ears.
You are working hard to keep this mood flawless. Normally, you’d roll your eyes at his arrogance, but today you find yourself smiling until your cheeks literally ache, hold his hand whenever he offers it, and make sure to laugh at every single one of his comments, even the ones that aren't funny. But underneath the performance, your nerves are completely frayed. Your stomach is knotted in a tight, agonizing ball, and your skin feels hyper-sensitive. Every time your fingers brush against his, they are trembling slightly. Whenever he looks away, your smile instantly drops, your eyes darting nervously to your phone to check the time.
Finally, you decide you can't stretch the afternoon out any longer. The designated hour has arrived.
You stop on the sidewalk, smoothing down your clothes and looking up at him with the most casual expression you can muster.
"Hey, I'm kind of hungry," you suggest, gesturing down the street. "There's a really cute bakery just around the block. Let's get a coffee."
"A bakery?" Ran repeats, his eyes narrowing just a fraction in an unreadable expression before his easygoing grin slips back into place. He reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear with a touch so gentle it makes your heart stop. "Sounds perfect. Lead the way."
The air smells warmly of sweet vanilla and fresh pastry, a sharp contrast to the cold knot of dread tying itself in your stomach. The space is completely packed with chattering couples, students studying, and families buying bread. You picked this spot on purpose. It is public, and it is crowded—a built-in safety net. There is a zero percent chance Ran would ever try to do anything reckless with fifty witnesses staring directly at him.
You rehearse the speech in your head over and over until the words lose all meaning. I'm grateful for everything, let's end things while both still happy, yada yada yada
You discard every version. They all sound fake.
Ran sits across from you in the booth, casually swirling an iced coffee with his straw. He reaches across the table and steals half your pastry.
"That was mine."
Somehow, despite everything, you still glare at him.
"I know," he shrugs, popping the piece into his mouth without a shred of regret.
You almost laugh. But then you remember exactly why you are sitting here, and the laughter dies completely before it can even reach your mouth.
"Graduation is next week," you start, your voice slightly tight as you try to ease into the conversation. "Have you actually thought about what comes next? You’ll eventually have to get a real job, you know. Settle down after high school. You can't just run around the streets forever and blowing off your brother's gang meetings."
Ran didn't look annoyed by the suggestion. Instead, he looked genuinely, deeply amused by the entire concept.
"A real job?" he reapeat, wiping the sugar from his fingers and tilting his head. "And miss out on all the thrill? Please. The straight and narrow is far too boring for me."
Hearing those words, the final thread of your hope snapped. It was the ultimate confirmation that it wasn't a rebellious trend he was going to outgrow or leave behind for university.
The knot in your stomach tightened until it physically hurt. You couldn't stretch this out for another minute.
"I think..."
Taking a deep breath, your fingers tightly gripping the edge of your seat, you finally say the words.
"I think we should break up."
The noise of the bakery continues around you.
Ran doesn’t look angry at that. Instead, that smile just stretches across his lips, completely calm. He sets his coffee down with a soft click against the wood.
"A breakup?" Ran repeats. He glances around the loud bakery, taking in the close proximity of the families at the next table, before fixing his eyes back on you. "Well, it’s a bit too noisy to talk about something that serious here, don't you think? Let’s go somewhere a little more private. There’s a quiet alley right around the corner. It's just a small walk."
Panic floods your chest like ice water. Your breath hitches. You chose this place precisely to avoid being alone with him.
"Ran, no, let's just—we can talk right here," you say, your voice cracking slightly as you try to force a casual laugh. "It's fine, we don't need to go anywhere—"
"You’ve been acting weird the entire day, you know?" Ran cuts you off softly.
As you look at him, you catch a look in his eyes that you have never seen before. The playful warmth he always reserves for you is gone. His violet eyes are completely flat, dead, and freezing cold—the exact same dead expression he had right before he shattered a man's jaw with his baton.
"Did you really think I didn't notice that?" he asks, his chuckle quiet and entirely devoid of warmth. "Get up, we're taking that walk."
He slides his chair back, the wooden legs scraping loudly against the floor. He stands up, his tall frame instantly blocking out the warm bakery lights, casting a long shadow over your table.
Before you can even protest, he tosses a few bills onto the table to cover the drinks and waits for you. Your legs feel like lead as you stand up and follow him out the door.
The walk down the sidewalk is excruciating. Ran steps at a leisurely pace, his hands tucked casually into his jacket pockets, looking for all the world like a boyfriend enjoying an afternoon stroll.
"Ran, wait," you stammer, scrambling to keep up with his long strides, your voice rising in a panicked rush. "I-I was just kidding, okay? It was a joke. I just wanted to see your reaction! You know how I am. I didn't mean it, I swear. Let's just go back inside and get some cake, alright? Ran?"
You keep rambling, throwing out every excuse you can think of. Ran doesn't interrupt you. He just keeps walking, occasionally humming in mock understanding, letting you dig yourself deeper and deeper into your own terror.
Finally, he turns a sharp corner, guiding you out of the afternoon sun and into the dim, narrow shadows of a brick alleyway.
Ran stops walking and you nearly walk into him. For several seconds, neither of you moves.
Then he turns around, looking down at you. "Tell me something... why did you think my brother and I went to juvenile detention?"
The question catches you off guard, you nod uncertainly.
"I... I heard you got into a bad street fight. With a rival gang."
Ran lets out an airy laugh that sends a violent shiver straight down your spine. He looks upward for a moment, studying the slice of gray sky between the buildings.
Then he speaks again.
"I killed someone."
The sentence lands so softly that your brain refuses to process it.
You stare at him, waiting for the punchline, for the grin and him to say he got you. But none comes.
"When we were younger," he continues, closing the distance between you, "there was a fight between gangs, my brother and I caught the leader of the rival faction."
He reaches out, his thumb gently, almost tenderly, tracing the line of your jaw.
"It got out of hand. And I beat him so badly that his damn skull fractured under my hands."
The alleyway goes completely silent.
Your breath hitches as you instinctively try to twist your face out of his hand, your palms coming up to push at his chest.
"I didn't want you to find out like this," he sighs quietly. Again, his voice is so calm that it almost tricks you into forgetting what he just admitted.
Your thoughts become tangled. You don't know whether to apologize, to cry, or to run. To pretend none of this happened.
Instead, you whisper, "I think I should go home."
Ran’s gentle demeanor drops in a second. His grip on your jaw instantly tightens, squeezing your jawline hard enough to bruise, completely locking your head in place.
With his other hand, he reaches into his pocket. There is a sharp clack, and the silver telescoping baton extends. He slowly presses the cold, heavy metal cylinder directly against your collarbone, right over the racing pulse at the base of your neck.
"Let’s make one thing perfectly clear, then," Ran murmurs, his violet eyes are wide and unblinking. "I love this pretty face of yours too much. It would be a terrible shame to see it bruised up... or worse. Do you understand me?"
He leans in closer, the suffocating scent of his cologne filling your nose as his gaze locks onto your trembling lips. The cold tip of the metal baton presses deeper into your collarbone.
"Oh, you have no idea how much I adore you," he continues, his voice dropping into a soft, reverent whisper that makes your skin crawl. "I think about you constantly. I look at you and I just want to keep you safe in my pockets forever. I swear, I would destroy anything—or anyone—that tries to take you away from me. Even you."
He pulls back just enough to look into your panicked, tear-stained face, his thumb softly wiping away a stray tear. "So, let's try this again. You love me, right? And we're going to stay together for a very, very long time."
Your eyes sting. You don't know whether you're about to cry or simply stop breathing.
Finally, barely above a whisper, you answer.
"...I love you."
Slowly, the crushing pressure on your jaw eases. You hadn't even realized how tightly your own fingers had closed around his until now. Ran collapses the baton with a flick of his wrist and tucks it away.
Before you can pull away, he cups your face once more. He leans down and presses his lips to yours in a deep kiss.
When he pulls back, his fingers return to being uncannily gentle, smoothing over the red marks his grip just left on your skin, entirely uncaring of the pain he caused. You flinch when he reaches down to fix the collar of your shirt, patting it flat.
"There you go," he says, his voice returning to that cheerful purr. "You shouldn't make up silly jokes like that anymore. It makes me think I'm not taking good enough care of you."
He steps back, clearing your path out of the shadows, and extends his hand to you. "Now, let's go finish our date."
Your entire body is trembling. Your jaw throbs, and the phantom sensation of cold metal still lingers against your throat.
Swallowing down the bitter taste of tears, you slowly raise your shaking hand and place it in his.
Ran’s fingers immediately close around yours, locking your hand in a tight grip. He pulls you along as he casually strolls back out into the daylight. In an instant, you are back on the bustling main street. The sun is shining warmly, the cheerful bell of the bakery is ringing in the distance, and normal high school students are laughing on the sidewalks.
Ran looks down at you, swinging your joined hands playfully between you as you walk. "So, what do you want to do next?"
You force your lips to curve upward. You swallow the terror in your throat and force a compliant smile, nodding along to his words.
That night, you find yourself sitting cross-legged on the soft carpet of your bedroom. You’ve just closed the window, letting the cool night air drift away. Suddenly, your phone vibrates on the wooden nightstand, breaking the stillness and pulling your attention to the screen.
Warnings: 18+ content, unhealthy relationships, typical canon violence, threats, toxic behavior, manipulation, all characters in this work are portrayed as 18 or older.
Important:This analysis is my own and is not intended to dismiss others. Throughout the headcanon, I provide certain personality descriptions that attempt to be vague or broad enough to appeal to all types of readers. I apologize in advance if I haven't succeeded. It's important to mention that, unlike the relationship analysis I did with Slashers, I didn't take any creative liberties here. Everything I put here is what I genuinely believe would happen with each character. Finally, remember that fiction is fiction, and these dynamics should never be replicated in real life.
Only adult versions of Mikey. I would describe each one, but it's better to provide the most general version possible because they all share common traits.
Mikey and his "dark impulses" act like an iron wall when it comes to relationships. In a purely realistic characterization, we could assume that affective/sexual relationships would be closed off because he locked himself away to avoid hurting anyone else. This version makes perfect sense. But for the sake of the analysis, we will continue.
Mikey, in all his versions, would be terribly distant. He would have conflicting feelings about you: on one hand, you might consciously annoy him, but you wouldn't be to blame for it. In reality, the fact that you have "too human" reactions (crying, laughing, getting excited) would remind him of everything he lost—and everything lost by those who stayed by his side and risked themselves to help him. That would make him colder, more evasive, and cruel. He would hate that you constantly remind him of those he lost, and at times, you would believe the void in his gaze is pure hatred.
If we go deeper into the analysis—without intending to romanticize him through his trauma—we could think that this surface-level hatred hides something much darker: he is cold and evasive because he believes he will lose you too. It is a way of protecting himself to cushion the blow. It’s not something he can mediate or control; it’s just a fucked-up defense strategy developed so he could survive in hostile environments with no future. It might sound terrifying that Mikey, in every version, carries deep within him the idea that you will also die and he will be unable to stop it.
Even so, on the surface, he won't realize this. He will convince you, everyone else, and himself that he only uses you because you are compliant. On the other hand, being with Mikey means you have to bite your tongue. He is not someone you can joke with or treat as an equal; he is not your partner, he is your superior. Any lack of respect will be punished to the extreme. Mikey, for most of his adulthood, is apathetic and empty. He can make cruel decisions with the justification that "everything ends this way eventually," while ignoring that black hole in his chest that drives him to act that way.
I don't mean to ignore that he is just a broken man whose life conditions, interests, and skills forced him into a high-risk environment where he had to endure the death of his loved ones. But unfortunately, this doesn't turn him into a clingy boyfriend who holds onto you as his anchor. In fact, contradictorily, him pulling away and being cold most of the time is the greatest act of affection he could give you. If he didn't care about you, he would let you cling to him, because he wouldn't suffer internally if something bad happened to you.
Finally, what is indisputable is that you would have great security, and if resources allow, you will have everything you need. You will be constantly at risk because his life will never cease to be dangerous. In reality, he could be quite functional at keeping you safe, at the cost of your freedom and ability to choose. He won't ask if you agree; he will simply decide for you. He would have high levels of control, coldness, and evasion. He will order you not to be a traitor; he will tell you exactly what will happen to you if you decide it's a good idea to sleep with someone else or open your mouth to anyone about his business—and you will understand and do nothing to anger him.
Beyond that, I don’t see much. He won't be overtly jealous, possessive, or obsessive. He is what he is at this point: a man capable of locking you up because your presence generates something in him that he cannot, and will not, put a name to at that moment. His "care" will be protecting you while evading your emotions and attachments with a coldness that could hurt you if you are emotionally vulnerable. And that distant, seemingly disinterested attitude is what would make you realize he is trying to protect himself from your inevitable end by his side.
Kazutora
In his adult version, he carries a heavy load of guilt and self-loathing. No matter how much therapy he takes, his structural intensity will make it very difficult for him to rid himself of his destructive self-perception. Deep down, he will always feel like a traitor who has a life he doesn't deserve—one obtained through deception at the cost of his mistakes and the pain of others. He will try to rehabilitate himself and succeed. He will do things better and be quite decent. But a part of him died with his teenage mistakes. He would have to reframe that part in a healthy way for it to coexist with his new growth.
I don't think a toxic or healthy relationship makes a difference for him; the problem is that he is a candidate for both. Listen to me: he isn't easily manipulated, but if you touch a large part of his traumatic core, he could momentarily fall into destructive relationships. This is my headcanon because I think it would be ideal for him to simply follow the "good relationship manual" to the letter, but reality is different. His intensity is repressed by guilt, but it’s still there. He is a very intense person; it’s part of his nature.
And with that comes the other story: a healthy relationship. I used to think this was the ideal scenario—that a person would help him heal his sorrows, accompany him in his process, and be excessively empathetic. This would make him let go and start believing again that he can, in fact, be happy. Fatal error. I realized I wasn't thinking it through. Kazutora is so intense and obsessive that forgiving and understanding isn't enough; he has to remedy the error. That will always be the thorn in his side.
Whether you are toxic or healthy, he will try to do it right. He will set boundaries, talk about what bothers him, and walk with you at night like a normal couple. But his mind will always be fixed on the mistakes he committed and what he could do to mitigate them. It doesn't matter if you are a very good manipulator or a person who helps him improve; his mind will always be elsewhere. That’s just how he is; his obsession and intensity aren't hidden, they just changed direction. And it’s not exactly directed at you.
I couldn't tell you if the relationship would end or not, but I can tell you that you would be with a man who will never be with you entirely. His guilt is too big. He is ashamed of who he is. There will be days when he will be distant and won't want you to look at him too much. Other days, you’ll eat under the starlight and feel like things are resolved. It will be full of highs and lows where you genuinely might want to escape. If you ever have a massive fight, he will completely overflow. He doesn't want to be that impulsive and aggressive Kazutora. The downside is that he sees any hint of a fight as a future "overflow" that could lead to bad decisions. Because of this, it will be exhausting; depending on his state, your words could make him sad or angry.
Even too much understanding on your part could make him uncomfortable. He wouldn't understand how you can accept his "deplorable" actions; he’ll think you’re being manipulative or, at best, too naive. He’ll think you don't see the whole picture or the gravity of what he did. At the same time, if you make him feel too guilty, you don't win either. It’s hard to win with Kazutora.
On the bright side, you could have nice afternoons and conversations when he is stable. A fairly decent and loving sexuality. He will put effort into dates, and you will love it when he is soft and calm. You could be in the same room without speaking—you doing your thing and him, with his melancholy beauty transformed by grief, doing his, his gaze lost and guilty. You’ll sigh quietly. It saddens you that you can't make him forget.
Sanzu
Oh, this man. You’re not going to like me here, and you won't agree with me. Still, I’ll take the risk.
Yes, first and foremost, his loyalty to Mikey is monolithic and unquestionable. He would undoubtedly hurt you if Mikey said so. But this isn't surprising; we all expected it. Mikey will always be his priority. However, compared to other analyses, I don't think Mikey would ever order that. Not because he loves you or likes you, but because Sanzu would remain just as functional and faithful to him even if Mikey didn't care about your existence. He knows that if he calls Sanzu, Sanzu would leave you alone without hesitation to help him. Killing you would be useless, and he doesn't do things that don't matter. So, little masochist, that won't be your problem here. You’ll have worse (and more entertaining) ones, haha.
Sanzu doesn't need to divide his obsessions. What I mean is that Mikey will always be his greatest obsession, but that doesn't negate other fixations—much less important than Mikey, but present nonetheless. He is sadistic; he gets bored. Mikey is everything, but he will indulge in personal pleasures that don't harm the leader. Mainly because he can. Having a person at his disposal who he can keep quiet and compliant doesn't cost him much money or logistics. And betraying Mikey wouldn't be on your agenda, because he wouldn't find a woman who knows how to navigate the underworld. He would find someone normal who has no idea how the hell to get out of his web. That would be his perverse pleasure. And that pleasure would be you.
From here on, there’s a lot of analysis that only makes sense if you understand his personality as a whole and not as an archetype. Sanzu would be abusive, degrading, and sadistic. It would be terrible. It would be the most traumatic relationship of your life. At the same time, he wouldn't let you go and would be terribly obsessive. How do I justify this? No matter who you are or what the hell you whisper in his ear, Sanzu is obsessive by nature. Mikey will always be first, but if he has someone he sleeps with every day, who cries in his ear and whom he can destroy, he will inevitably become hooked. If he keeps you, it’s because he likes you. You will end up enchanting him; it’s inevitable. He is like a parasitic host that feeds on your vitality. He is needy and, at the same time, sadistic and violent.
Let’s move to the next point. In Bonten, he takes a pill. There is an idea that he is a drug addict and would be very unfaithful because of this. Or, in more optimistic analyses, they say he would be faithful except when under the influence. Respectfully, I disagree. In my opinion, Sanzu would never "black out." He is the number two of the most powerful criminal organization. Mikey’s mad dog and right hand. If he loses control, he becomes a risk. There are women and cunning assets there waiting for any moment of weakness. He would probably do drugs, sometimes, using a stimulant that would make him hyper-alert and more functional. He would see everyone else's intentions before they even act, and that would probably lower his libido because he would see in those women's body language that they don't actually want him—that they might even despise him or be secretly afraid. Going out to sleep around repulses him because he always feels like someone is going to stab him in the back. He lives in a state of paranoia.
This is where you win, because he comes home and sees you there—monitored, with indelible marks on your body, your makeup smeared, and your hair a mess. Exactly how he left you. He would feel your racing heart, your sweat, your genuine and messy moans. Your lost gaze. That damn "I love you" about to leave your mouth, a prisoner of his toxicity and intensity. And he would see that it’s all real. So fucking real. And you would be so easy to lock away (in his luxury home) that, for logistics and obsession, he will want to keep breaking you. Always. He is not a man of flings. He is a man who plays and becomes fixed forever when he loves something. You decide if enchanting him is a good or bad thing. (Only I could make this man's fidelity sound terrifying, haha).
Ran Haitani
Here we go, disagreeing again. If I only looked at Ran's aesthetic, the "fandom" version makes sense. But I’m going to look deeper into the logic of everything he’s lived through.
Ran is Rindou's older brother. They both grew up practically alone in the world. I know being a good brother doesn't mean you're a good man—you can be a good brother and a bad guy. Those can coexist. However, while Ran and Rindou like the gang lifestyle and fighting, they didn't seem emotionally connected to the problems that arose (except with Izana in Tenjiku). Afterward, they didn't seem to care much. This leads me to believe his sadism stems from the concept of being a "show." And at the same time, as a survival strategy. It’s not a structural sadism like Sanzu’s.
This is complemented by the fact that Ran is Rindou's provider. His younger brother follows him and respects him with a hint of fear—the kind you have for an older brother who had to play a role that wasn't his. Ran is very good at reading people and environments; you develop those skills when you look after someone younger. He’s had to move in hostile environments since forever. He likely had no one but himself and his brother. That ability to read environments and the fact that he isn't a "sadist by nature" (meaning ruthless and cold just because) makes him a man who would notice your sorrows and your sadness.
Since we take out the idea that he makes others suffer for no reason—that his sadism doesn't feed on unconsciousness but rather the premise of "it's them or us, we’ll win with style"—it makes no sense for him to make you suffer just because through infidelities. You aren't a rival or an enemy; you aren't a potential traitor and you’re nothing like the people Ran has had to deal with. Why would he do that to you? For a "low-class" sadism? Who do you think he is? Hanma?
In reality, I see him as a normal guy who is very social and can enter social circles easily. It’s likely he’s had a couple of relationships that didn't work for other reasons, not because he decided overnight to cheat on the person he chose. I can't say much about Bonten Ran because there’s no info, but his status as a dangerous man doesn't change my analysis. I see him as a guy with sporadic relationships that might progress or not. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Period.
If it does, that’s when he would protect you and teach you how to move in his world so nothing happens to you. But the idea of him being a relentless cheater and extremely cruel doesn't fit with who he actually is beyond the "vibes." He wouldn't be the "best" boyfriend because I think he’d be very passive; I’m not saying he wouldn't try, but he wouldn't put all his effort into the relationship. He’d just let it flow. That fits his usual calm and his ability to lighten the mood. He’s worked hard for everything for Rindou; that’s why I think with a partner, he’d allow himself to be more passive. I also don't think he’d be very picky. That’s why I think Rindou actually makes for a "better" boyfriend (by extension, since Ran is more of a "lukewarm" option). Lukewarm can be good or bad. Ran will know things about you, your reactions, everything. That doesn't change the fact that some of your dates might just be for sleeping (some, not all, haha).
Rindou Haitani
Here we can reconcile. Rindou is the second-best boyfriend in the Tokyo Revengers character book on the Tenjiku scale (referring to adult Rindou), below Kakucho and above Kokonoi.
First, I don't see him as "the best of the worst" because Kakucho would objectively be a good boyfriend and Kokonoi has shown a capacity for attachment. I assume Rindou would be functional, though that doesn't mean he’s a walking green flag—no one is. At the same time, Rindou drinks a lot, likes parties, and his world is generally chaos. I think his functionality as a boyfriend doesn't lie in his personality, but rather in the friction caused by his environment. I don't think he is a "bad option" because he himself would make you suffer, but rather because his routine would make things difficult.
Like Ran, his violence is aesthetic. He enjoys it, but I think he could live without it (his dream is to be a DJ). In my view, you’d have to connect with him, and that would be harder than with Ran because he’s likely less social than his brother (though everyone is compared to Ran's charisma). Once you connect, I think he’d try to distance you because of his lifestyle. The gang/mafia life is no place for just anyone. You’d have to be insistent, but he wouldn't change his routines for you. You could approach him while he’s with friends in the park drinking; he’d look at you seriously but wouldn't kick you out to avoid looking weak in front of others.
You get closer like that, little by little, and he might start opening up. It’s likely most of the time you’d have to approach while Ran is there, and since Ran is pure charisma, he’d make you feel comfortable (while teasing). If you were very insistent, they’d talk between themselves, mocking you a bit; as long as you aren't a stalker, you’ll have opportunities.
In the relationship itself, I think he’d take you to places that don't imply risk for you (like a gang fight). They’d be dates just for the two of you. Often you’ll hang out with both brothers. It would be a fairly "normal" relationship within the realm of possibility. The problem arises when he’s with his friends all day or wakes up drinking and you want more time. In that case, there would be friction—not because he wants to be a heartless idiot, but because he is a man with an ego, used to winning and having the last word. That would clash with your demands, mostly because he isn't used to them. He also wouldn't want to be seen as "soft."
This would cause real problems, but could be easily overlooked because he’ll take you on outings where the risk is low and you can be seen without being harmed. I see it as one of those typical relationships where each has their free time and respects the other's, so that when they meet up, they share a fun time. I see him keeping things superficial. I don't think you could talk about very deep feelings with him. Ran and Rindou are a team with a specific context; that makes them interesting. I rule out them being sadistic idiots to people who haven't done anything to them. But they are interested in aesthetics, recognition, and survival. Talking about deep topics might clash with his need to disconnect and have a good time (justified by the parties, heavy drinking, and impulsivity). In short: a decent boyfriend who buys you what you want, gives you fun moments, and protects you, but with the risk of not having a very deep relationship in terms of complexity.
Kisaki
With Hanma and Kisaki, we’ll definitely agree because they have the clearest profiles in the manga. Both react to attachments and bonds.
Let’s set Hina aside. Pretend he never noticed her, or that his obsession ended, or this happens after. Or pretend she doesn't exist. If you don't reject him, it's a "better" scenario—but very lethal for you.
If he wants to marry you and you don't want to get married in general, that is a rejection to him. He hates feeling rejected. If he wants you not to work, and you do, you’re rejecting him. You see the pattern, right? Yes, it's fun to imagine he’ll give you every luxury and be devoted and compliant. But rejecting him is not something you can do. He will take control of everything. And the worst part is that in his twisted mind, if you reject things like marriage or staying home, it’s just "temporary friction." You aren't rejecting him, but ideas external to him. He is smart; he’ll know how to separate the two. The difference is he will force things until they fit his desires.
He won't give you freedom of choice because you will inevitably be "less intelligent" than him in his eyes. If you were as smart as him, he wouldn't accept you because he doesn't understand love without control. If you were an equal, you’d know where to bend him, and he can't risk that. So he will minimize you and make decisions for you. He’ll keep you away from the gang/mafia world because he’d want to keep you "clean" so you don't develop cunning. He doesn't need you to be quick or witty.
If you’ve lived a life where you’ve had to prove your skills and you’re tired of it and want to turn your brain off, Kisaki is your man. He needs you to be his breather and to feel like he can control you. He doesn't function any other way. He doesn't need constant mental stimulation; he gets that from his business. Plus, he couldn't stand you giving him lessons on what to do. Surprisingly, he would caress your cheek softly. He is obsessive, though always calculating. Both coexist. He’ll want to be soft with you because he’s obsessed, but every word is calculated to trap you in his web.
His fixation would keep you hooked. If you are attracted to him, you are attracted to the darkness. That means you’d love knowing that if you say no, he’ll ruin your life. When you sit and cry because of his control, he will kneel, touch your cheek softly, and tell you to marry him, to live with him. He’ll say he doesn't want to see you stressed, that he’ll give you everything you need. He will be so fucking sweet—this man is a total danger, but so addictive.
Never touch his ego. Never. The difference with other obsessives is that he would go from one extreme to the other: either you obey him or he hurts you because you rejected him. The only thing that would calm him is you saying "yes." He loves the "yes" blooming from your lips. He doesn't need you to be a challenge. He’s not the type to lose interest if you’re clingy; for him, it's better if you’re "easy." It makes it easier to mold you.
It’s likely that if you say yes to this man, you’ll never stop. You’ll live for years in his luxury house with zero freedom and a life you never wanted. He will convince you that this is the best life for both of you. This man is a perfect candidate for those relationships that survive the years but where the other person is totally consumed, constantly thinking, "What if...?" He won't make you shut up, but you will learn not to disappoint or anger him. An obsessive you will love because he’ll see you as perfect, finding no flaws—and at the same time, you’ll hate him for stealing your life and identity.
Hanma
Hanma bores me because he’s predictable. He’s the typical adrenaline seeker. As long as you are entertaining, you’ll have him in the clouds. That won't stop him from seeing other girls from time to time or having reckless behavior. He seeks instant gratification, so all his decisions are based on that. You’ll suffer a lot if you take him too seriously. He’s perfect for a relationship where you just want to live and lose yourself in chaos for a bit. Nothing more. Risk-taking and self-destructive behaviors will be frequent.
He prefers someone he can share the chaos with. This is the only profile where contrast wouldn't be attractive to him. Let me explain: with Mikey, Kazutora, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, and Kisaki, the fact that you are different from them would be very appealing. With Hanma, he wouldn't accept that contrast. He needs chaos, speed, and madness. If you are the opposite, he might be fascinated by the idea of "corrupting" you (like Sanzu), but Hanma doesn't have an obsessive personality, so it would be a failure and he’d discard you quickly.
In the case that you are like him and provide constant stimulation, it gets interesting. This is where I stop being bored. Now, this is a theory of mine: Hanma can feel attachment. We see it with Kisaki. That means in his twisted way, he can appreciate certain dynamics. My more cynical self would say that just because he felt attachment to Kisaki doesn't mean he’d feel it for a partner. But I’d respond that the capacity for attachment/fixation means the person isn't "dead" inside.
There is a space in his capacity for attachment where you could fit as a "constant" that he doesn't dare eliminate. That’s why being like him—or as close as possible—will help you. Follow him in his chaos; build it and tear it down. Be unpredictable. Become that constant that fits so well into his chaos that he feels particularly naked when you're gone. If he hits a rival gang, insult them intelligently, hit them in a way that makes him laugh, or be crude and jokey with them. Doesn't matter, but do something he wants to preserve and that amuses him enormously.
He is an addict to those who give him chaos and fun. If you make him believe you are his equal, any woman who approaches him for money or power will just be a one-night stand, and in the morning he’ll come back to you. Over time, he might think you are part of his brutal escapades and simply add you as if it were a natural state. He’ll call you excitedly to tell you what you’re doing that day, and you, of course, will be just as excited as he is, and he’ll love it.
At the end of the game, he would go crazy if his "constant" was gone one day. He would search for you by sea, land, and sky—not out of "love," but because he got used to hearing you, seeing you, and having you participate with him. In his world of instant dopamine, this is the most real form of attachment for Hanma. A bit mediocre, yes. But very much his style.
🜼 Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x Reader, Wakasa Imaushi x Reader, Rindou Haitani x Reader, Ran Haitani x Reader
🜼 Warnings: MDNI, 18+, aged up characters, unprotected sex, breeding kink, use of mommy a lot, smut, talk of pregnancy, fem!reader, pet names. I think that's everything
🜼 A/N: Not proof read, possible spelling errors
Shinichiro
Shin never really thought about having kids. He was content being a big brother. That was until he started dating you and brought you around his family. Mikey and Emma are still pretty young. Shin wasn't worried about you meeting Emma but Mikey he was worried. He knows Mikey doesn't like to share his attention so he's shocked when he leaves you alone with his younger siblings for a minute to go grab drinks for everyone from the kitchen and finding you sitting on the floor, Emma behind you braiding your hair and Mikey in front of you making you do his.
Emma is giggling and calling you a princess while Mikey is leaned back against you telling you “you brush my hair better than Shinichiro” He knew you and Emma would get along the younger girl always saying she wanted an older sister but he didn't expect Mikey to open up to you so easily.
Shin walks back in, drinks in hand and asks if everyone is ready to watch the movie. Some kids movie Emma picked out and Mikey agreed to watch only because he heard someone has a sword in it. Shin sits down and immediately Mikey is pouting because “I wanna sit next to her Shin!” As he pushes his way between you and your boyfriend.
Shin isn't used to Mikey wanting someone else's attention so he just stares at Mikey. Shin is shocked again when after the movie Emma and Mikey both are demanding you put them to bed and it stirs something in him watching you tuck them in and tell them a story. It has him thinking about if your this good with his siblings how good you would be as a mommy to his kids.
So now Shin has you pinned below him in his bed thrusting into you, one leg thrown over his shoulder as he groans into your neck. “Wanna make you a mommy baby” he groans as you clench around him.
“Would be so good at it”
You moan as he thrusts harder into you hitting the deepest parts.
“Let me make you a mommy, yeah?” He asks as you nod your head frantically not wanting him to stop, moaning his name as your nails scratch down his back.
Shins had you cumming in his cock for the nth time tonight as you sob his name, tears running down your cheeks from the pleasure. He thrusts two, three more times before spilling into you as deep as he can with a moan of your name.
You both lay there catching your breath when Shin pulls out and lays his head on your belly, kissing it.
“Gonna make such a good mom, baby”
Wakasa
Wakasa never wanted kids, actually he doesn't even really like kids. Having been friends with Shinichiro and Takeomi and being around their younger siblings. Yeah father just wasn't in the cards for Wakasa.
That's until he sees you outside the gym talking to a little boy whos crying he looks to be maybe 5? Wakasa isn't too sure but something shifts as he watches you trying to cheer him up and ask where his parents are. Wakasa continues to watch you he sees a woman frantically run over crying and the boy run to her.. obviously his mother. He's never seen you so soft before so motherly.
The second you walk back into the gym Wakasa is on you, grabbing your wrist and leading you to the back where his office is. It doesn't take Wakasa long to have you naked and bouncing on his cock as he tells you how hot it was watching you take care of that child till his mother was found.
You moan so fucked out already making Wakasa chuckle. “Should let me knock you up, babe. You'd be such a good mom” he groans when you clench around his cock.
“Hottest fucking mom too. You'd have all the dads at the school drooling over you” he thrusts up into you pulling another moan from you “I'd get to tell them I fuck that pussy ever night. Make em all jealous they can't have you the way I do”
Your whining, legs shaking from how good Wakasa feels in you. “You close, sweetheart?”
You nod and he smirks up at you and he starts thrusting up faster meeting your hips. “Gonna let me fill this pussy up them?” You nod not wanting him to stop.
“Please, Waka” you slur high off the pleasure he's giving you.
“Cum for me first them babe” he says as his thumbs meet your clit pushing you over the edge. Wakasa finishing soon after with a groan.
“Bend over the desk, gonna fuck all that back in you”
Rindou
Rin never thought about kids. Never had a reason to. He didn't have any friends with younger siblings and he was the youngest out of him and Ran. Actually Rin doesn't think he's ever even been around children. Well except for Ran's daughter, his niece.
You're both currently watching her. The second Ran dropped her off she clung to you. So here Rin is sitting with pigtails in his hair having a pretend tea party with a stuffed bear, his niece, and you. Rins bored hed rather be doing anything else but he can’t stop looking at you. You're dressed up in a princess dress, where it came from he has no idea but you look hot in it and his niece is convinced you really are a princess.. hell your as pretty as one he thinks.
Eventually his niece falls asleep and an hour later Ran is picking her up. As soon as Ran leaves Rin has you pinned to the wall pushing up your dress and pushing your panties to the side as he slides his cock between your folds before pushing in pulling a moan from you both. “Always so fucking tight for me princess”
“You have no idea how fucking hot it was watching you” he groans slamming into you as your nails dig into his shoulders.
“wanna fill you up, yeah. Make you a mom for real.”
You whining his name as he ruts deeper in you. “Look at you dripping down me. You want it that bad?” You nod frantically your not sure if its because you want it or not wanting Rin to stop
“Taking me so well. Always fucking do. Pussy was made for me”
Rin has you cumming so hard you see starts him following shortly after as he buries his face in your shoulder groaning your name. He swears hes never cum that hard before.
Pulling out he pushes your panties back in place “don't want any to spill” he says before telling you get to the bedroom and get on the bed. He'll be there shortly to fuck you again. After all he can't let Ran not know the joys of being an uncle.
Ran
Ran new the second you two started dating you'd be the mother of his children he just didn't realize itd be happening so soon.
It all started because of you stupid job he told you you didn't need but you insisted on keeping it telling him you enjoyed it.
You work at a preschool and today was family day. The kids parents were there and the staff was allowed their children and partners for lunch. He saw you fawning over a child whose parents couldn't make it. You played all the little games they had set up for the familiar and you played every single one they wanted.
Ran always knew you were good with children but this is the first time he's seen you actually interact with them for a long period of time.
That's why the moment you got phone he has you bent over the couch rutting into you as you moans his named already fucked dumb on him.
“Always knew you'd be a good mommy”
His hands on your hips gripping so hard you both know it'll bruise but neither of you care.
“Gonna put a baby in you,make you mine for real”
You moan out his name feeling his tip hit the deepest parts of you as you shutter cumming all over his cock with a sob oh his name begging him not to stop
“Always feel so good, baby. Can't wait for you to be full of me” he groans bending over you more his weight on your back as he thrusts slowly but deep then cumming in you as he moans in your ear.
He kisses the back of your neck as you feel him twitch inside you before hardening again. “Gotta keep fucking you babe. Not gonna stop till I know it worked”
All characters are aged up(21+), doesn't follow canon ages for shinichiro with mikey & emma
Every time you take a step, their eyes are always on your ass. It’s like a magnet, for their eyes AND for their hands. You never know when you’re getting it slapped.
Tight shorts and mini skirts are their favorite, they love how it exposes your thighs. It’s always so intimate to just stay between them, kissing them while never going too high…
Why choose, when they already have all of it anyways? They’re greedy as fuck, and they certainly won’t be forced to choose between the softest parts of you!
