Hello! I'm Viper, formerly Mint, because I used to use Mintspice_, so some of you may know me as that. I'm a dental hygiene student, and 26 years old. I love listening to music, playing the bass, watching anime and horror movies, and working out in my free time. I plan to take requests eventually, but at the moment, they're not open since I need to get my schedule in order. I plan to write for the following:
Tokyo Revengers
Jujutsu Kaisen
Naruto
One Piece
Bleach
I'm open to writing NSFW content as well, but I'm not very good at it lol so I will keep practicing in the meantime. I have some stuff published from when I was new to writing, lol, so they might be cringe. I'll make sure to distinguish what's NSFW and what's not in this masterpost. I have my fics from my teen years posted on Wattpad, so if you're interested, you can check them out. I was formerly mintspice on this blog, but it was time for a change. My Wattpad is still Mintspice_ if you guys are interested in my writing.
island in the sun | rindou haitani x female reader
I am currently writing a longer fic for Rin and wrote this whole scene out that I'm not sure fits the vibe of the fic now...soooo it can be just a short little smutty Rin drabble or sneak peak depending on how the plot evolves ;) <3
summary: Rin can't control himself seeing your tan lines. Honestly this is very self indulgent
rating / warnings / tags: explicit sexual content, beach sex, quickie, rin has a thing for tan lines, from his POV
Okinawa was the closest thing the brothers had to a second home outside of Roppongi. Whenever they could disappear, they disappeared there. Ran had connections, knew someone with an obscene house that sat on a beach that was private enough that they could go days without seeing other life on the island.
The moment they got there it was like the world outside of the island ceased to exist. Vacation mode on, Ran lulled to sleep by the sound of crashing waves, her soaking up every ray of sunlight the world had to offer, Rin catching every wave he could, letting the salt water wash away his anxieties.
It was the most free Rin had felt in years.
He had gone into the water to clear his head and came out feeling refreshed, the sun already drying his shoulders by the time he reached the shore. He stood at the water's edge, shaking the excess water out of his hair, watching her stretched out on the beach exactly where he left her.
Five days in the Okinawa sun had deepened the color of her skin, leaving lighter strips where her bikini straps had been. He noticed them the day before and couldn’t stop thinking about them, something about the contrast on her skin had been driving him quietly insane.
He crouched beside her, trailing his fingers up the back of her thigh, going up over the curve of her ass, lightly dancing up her spine, before pressing a kiss into her shoulder.
“Having a nice nap?” he murmured against her skin.
She turned her head, eyeing him suspiciously, “What are you up to now?”
“Nothing.” He kissed her neck. “You’ve gotten so tan.”
She dropped her face back into her arms. “I’m busy relaxing, go back in the water.”
He trailed his fingers along the strap across her back, hooking his finger under, pulling it taut and letting it snap back against her skin.
“Rin!” She twisted to look at him, half laughing half annoyed, “What was that for?”
“No reason.” he was already untying the bow on her back, undoing it slowly while she tried to swat him away.
He flipped her over once he managed to get it undone, got her legs around his hips, trapping her underneath him while she fought to stifle her laughter, blinking up at him in the sun.
He was still wet, hair dripping onto her warm skin.
She wrinkled her nose. “Rin, you’re getting me wet–”
“God, I hope so.” he smirked.
She stared at him, then rolled her eyes, “What is wrong with you.”
He was already reaching up to push her bikini top aside. Uncovering the tan lines on her chest. The untouched skin meeting the warm afternoon light and something in him completely short circuited.
He groaned somewhat helplessly at the sight and heard her laugh under him.
“Rin–”
He ran his thumbs over her slowly, felt her nipples harden under his touch, the laughter dying in her throat as her breath caught and stuttered.
“God Rin, we’re outside–”
He bent down and licked across her nipple and she gasped hard.
“Oh my god, Rin–” she squirmed beneath his hold.
“Shhh.” He kissed across to the other side slowly. “Ran’s asleep.”
She tried to protest until he grazed his teeth over her forcing her to swallow the noise trying to escape her.
He kissed down her chest, her stomach, taking his time, the salt on her skin against his tongue, her stomach rising and falling faster under his mouth, breath getting shorter every second that passed.
He reached the waistband of her bikini bottoms and dipped his fingers under, pulling the fabric down enough to reveal the little pale patch of skin just below her tanned stomach,and pressed his lips there.
“Your tan lines drive me insane,” he said in between kisses.
He let his hand drift lower, over the fabric, fingers dancing lightly over her through the thin material.
“Rin.” Her voice was unsteady now, “what if someone sees.”
He kept his gaze locked onto her as he slid his thumb under the side of the fabric, pressing a slow circle directly against her. Her breath completely left her.
“No one will.” He cooed, keeping the pressure there, watching her try to keep still and quiet. “It’s a private beach and besides…we can be quick.” He grinned down at her.
She let out a small breathy laugh, her hips shifting against his hand wanting more. He moved his hand to pull her bottoms to the side, feeling just how worked up he’d already gotten her. He pushed his shorts down enough to free himself, stroking himself slowly while looking at her - spread out in front of him, bronzed and trembling slightly.
He rubbed against her slowly, until neither of them could stand it anymore, finally pressing into her.
“God,” she breathed and tipped her head back on the towel.
“Shhh.” He was smiling, held himself there watching her face, completely unbothered by how badly she was already squirming. “You’re gonna get us caught if you keep doing that”
She squinted at him ready to make a snarky remark but choked on her words as he pushed all the way into her at the same moment. Her back arched immediately, a sound escaping her she couldn’t catch in time.
“You’re such a di– ahhh–”
He pulled almost all the way out and snapped his hips back into her, watching her face contort, her words dissolving into mewls. “Sorry what was that, sweetheart?” He smirked and huffed a laugh, entirely too pleased with himself.
He stilled for just a moment, taking in the sight, dropping his head to her ear. “You have no idea,” he said quietly, “how fucking sexy you look right now.” He pulled back and drove his hips hard into her again, feeling her gasping on his neck.
She clenched around him and he had to stop speaking for a second, letting out a rough exhale. “Fuck, baby.” The sun on his back, the breeze cooling the water on his skin, her under him looking at him like that, it was almost too much.
He gripped her hip harder, pace quickening. She pulled him closer, one hand twisted in his damp hair, the other gripping his arm hard enough to leave marks, small helpless noises escaping her every time his hips moved against hers.
He could feel her getting close - her breathing was shallower, grip tightening in his hair. He trailed one hand down between their bodies, fingers finding her again and began pressing slow, steady patterns into her.
“Jesus, Rin–” her hips bucked under him.
She had nowhere to go. His weight holding her down while his hand never letting up. The desperate sounds she was making, the sight of her face, it all nearly undid him right there.
“Rin–” her voice cracked. “Rin rin rin please–”
He didn’t let up, “Come for me, baby”
Her back arched up hard, chest pressing into his, her whole body tightening as her orgasm tore through her, clenching around him so hard and suddenly that he lost the last thread of control he was holding onto.
He came with her, a groan tearing out of him as he buried his face into her neck, holding her tight through it - her body still trembling under his - until neither of them could move.
He slipped out of her slowly, glanced down between them and couldn’t help but laugh.
“What?” she asked, chest still heaving.
He was grinning, breathless, looking at the state of her. “I made a mess of you, again.”
She groaned and put her arm over her face, blocking out him and the sun, he laughed again leaning down to pepper kisses on her while she tried to not smile.
He pulled his shorts back up, then before she could fully process what was happening, he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder.
“Rin– oh my god, Rin, no–”
“Cleanup time.”
“No Rin, it’s so cold–”
He carried her down to the water, laughing the whole way, her shrieking and kicking, failing to free herself before he jumped into the water.
She came up gasping, soaked, swatting at him. He caught both her wrists, still laughing and pulled her against him, kissing her.
“You’re so annoying,” she said, teasing.
“What can I say, you drive me wild.” He pushed her wet hair back from her face, thumb brushing her cheek, kissing her again. He pulled back, his voice losing all trace of teasing and held her face in both hands, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life.”
She went still for a second then smiled. “Me neither.”
☆ Summary: It was the day of an important event to promote his business. Reigen, (Y/n), Mob, and Serizawa, dressed up and attended it together. He remembers you in that amazing dress that hugged every curve perfectly. Meeting other psychics and mingling. How the event was successful, so his team went out for food and drinks. And… The rest is a blur for right now.
When he wakes up the next morning and sees you next to him, he has to wonder...
☆ A/N: The new season being out gave me some inspiration. I love this sexy loser of a man. The morning after scenario is given to you before the actual drunken events, to keep some mystery going at first! But you can scroll down and read the night before first if you'd like. Also, I'm realizing this is my first smut I'm publicly sharing, so I hope it's alright! If it's well received, maybe I'll publish some other old ones I have in the drafts.
Hope you enjoy!
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The morning after:
10:38am on a Saturday morning.
Light fights to shine through thick curtains that cover the windows. A wake up call, the start to another day of doing to same thing over and over again. Nothing new or exciting. Wake up, go to work, fight some evil spirit maybe, come home, eat, sleep, repeat.
These are Reigen’s thoughts as he starts to come back into consciousness. He fights the automatic reflex to open his eyes. Maybe he’d call out sick just this once, take a break. The thought crosses his mind, but he knows he can’t do that. Also, if he goes to work, at least that means he gets to see you. You would be in the office not long after he gets there, and he’d get to spend the day getting to talk with you, and sneaking little glances at you as you do your work (that he still can’t believe you came to him to do).
He finally starts to open his eyes, slowly, bringing up his hands to rub the grogginess from them.
That’s when he realizes this isn’t just another regular morning.
After wiping his eyes, his first thought is “this isn’t my ceiling”, as he stares up at the unfamiliar pattern. His eyes glance over at the night stand next to him. Not his.
Fuck. Where am I?
Suddenly memories of yesterday start to flood his mind, along with a headache, and just an overall shitty feeling.
Yesterday. He remembers now.
It was the day of an important event to promote his business. Him, (Y/n), Mob, and Serizawa, dressed up and attended it together. He remembers you in that amazing dress that hugged every curve perfectly. Meeting other psychics and mingling. How the event was successful, so his team went out for food and drinks. And…
The rest is a blur for right now.
He feels someone stir around a bit next to him.
Shit shit shit.
He wouldn’t have hooked up with some random person right? He’s literally never done that before so that doesn’t make any sense. His mind races. Then he thinks about you. He’d only want to do... that… with you. It’s possible, but there’s no way, right? You would never… you would never with… him… right?
His mind repeats this as he turns his head slowly to the other side. His eyes widen when they see your face, fast asleep. You looked angelic. His face goes red, mind goes blank. All he can think about for a moment is how gorgeous you look, until he remembers again the situation he’s in right now.
He brings a hand up to his mouth, his mind quiet for another moment.
Then it starts again.
No no no… we didn’t… last night… did we?!?! SERIOUSLY? But I can’t remember, I must’ve been seriously drunk. Was she drunk? Fuck, did I take advantage of her? Shit shit. She’s gonna hate me when she wakes up. What if she quits? What if she-
You make a slight noise in your sleep as you shuffle a bit, immediately snapping him out of his thoughts again. His body goes completely stiff.
Then he comes to another realization.
He lifts up his side of the covers a little, and confirms that he’s still wearing his suit. Most of it, at least. His coat is gone, but his shirt still on. Though, it’s mostly unbuttoned, barely coving his chest, and his tie is laying next to him. But his pants and socks are still on, and when he reaches his hand down, only the button on his pants is undone but they’re not unzipped. Why would he put his pants back on at all, if they were off, and why would he re-zip them?
He does this mental investigation for a bit, trying to figure it out. He starts to convince himself that maybe nothing happened, calming his anxiety about the situation.
He looks up at you again. He should check what you’re wearing too, that would be a real tell tale sign. But as he places his hand on the sheet to take a peek, he stops himself.
What if you are naked under the covers right now? What if he lifts up this blanket and you’re fully exposed to him?
He grips the blanket, his face turning red again. He cant do it.
Damn it reigen, you fucking loser. Just look. This is important. He thinks. But it’s possibly an invasion of privacy, right? I can’t. But if she is naked then that means we already…
His thoughts continue to race as he has this stupid inner debate with himself.
Right, I can just pull down the covers a little. At least see if she has a top on. I don’t have to see her whole body to find out! Is the conclusion he comes to.
When he does this, he finds what he was hoping for, but also something he wasn’t even expecting. You are indeed still wearing the dress from last night, to his momentary relief. However, there’s also a dark noticeable hickey placed on the right side of your neck.
His eyes practically pop out of his skull seeing it.
DID I DO THAT???
He continues to pull the blanket down, revealing THREE more smaller marks on your chest where the neck of the dress scooped down.
His mind actually recalls a few moments now, of the two of you making out. His hands all over you last night. Short erotic scenes play in his mind like a porn trailer. His face goes red and he turns to be on his back again, smacking his hands over his face in distress.
IM DONE FOR!!! IM GOING TO JAIL!
Okay, dramatic.
That’s when you start to stir awake. He jumps a little when he hears you take a deep inhale, and looks over to see if that means you’re waking up now. You stretch your arms out, rubbing your eyes as well to wake up. After blinking a little, your eyes meet his. If you were more awake right now, you might be able to read the slight panic on his face. He only makes eye contact with you for a few seconds before going back to facing the ceiling and draping his arms over his face.
“Good morning.” You say in a sleepy voice, blushing lightly. This was kinda awkward.
You’ll admit, you were a little confused at first when you saw him, but your memory of last night is clearer than his is, so you end up remembering what happened after a little bit. You assume he remembers as well, maybe not realizing he was actually much more drunk than you.
Relief washes over him when he hears your greeting, and you’re not bewildered like he was, or god forbid angry. He unintentionally lets out a sigh with this, and you watch him intently as he does. He won’t look at you.
“Are you… feeling okay?” You ask, still feeling awkward. You’re really not sure what to say after last night. It was really intense and you’re still flustered remembering it. You’re wondering how he’s feeling about it. But judging by his demeanor right now, you can’t imagine it’s good. Your stomach clenches with anxiety.
“Yeah… Yeah. I’m great just. Have a hangover..” He replies. He really cant bring himself to look at you in the eyes right now. And anyways, he thinks his eyes would just immediately go to the huge marks he left on you. Then he’d think about those memories again. And he already has an erection now. Shit.
Your stomach sinks, feeling terrible, as if you’re responsible for said hangover. You begin to sit up. “Oh, yeah! Of course. I can get you some medicine and something to eat. Just-“
“No no. I’m fine I-“ He uncovers his eyes to look at you finally. Bad idea. One of the dress straps hangs off your shoulder as you face him sitting up. It’s barely coving one of your boobs. His eyes go straight there, he can’t help it. He immediately whips he’s head over to look in a ridiculously far direction.
You blink a few times. He’s being weird. Even for him. You look down to where he had glanced and immediately blush, pulling the strap back up. That’s when you notice one of the marks that you hadn’t yet seen in daylight. Your eyes widen in surprise.
You both sit in silence for a few seconds.
You clear your throat. “Um. I’m gonna.. get you some uh… I’ll be back.” You say, and he hears you get up off the bed and leave the room.
Reigen immediately lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He sits up a little, taking a look around the room. It was small, but nicely kept and definitely your style. He rubs the back of his head.
Jeez. This is messy. He thinks. Considering the fact that the two of you have to work tomorrow. How was he going to talk to you about it? He couldn’t just leave and pretend nothing happened, though he kinda wanted to. But I mean. He cant believe he even got this far with you, even if he was drunk. He had no idea you felt the same. But his fear was that maybe you didn’t, maybe you just went along with it because you were drunk. People do crazy things when they’re drunk.
Meanwhile, you’re thinking the same thing. From your point of you, he seemed totally ashamed and regretful about the whole thing. Maybe Reigen was just feeling some type of way due to all of the alcohol, and in the heat of the moment decided to pursue you. Despite what he said to you that night, you never know. People do and say crazy things when they’re drunk.
When you walk back in with a tray, you see him staring out the window next to your bed, the curtain open now. When he looks at you he’s surprised you’re wearing different clothes now. You had changed out of your dress with some dry laundry you had in your living room, as to maybe make him less uncomfortable.
You place the tray on the bedside table, which holds six pieces of toast, some medicine, and two glasses of water.
“Ah, thank you. You didn’t have to..” He starts calmly, going to reach for the water. He seems to have relaxed a little.
“It’s okay, I needed to eat something too.” You say, grabbing a water and a piece of toast, and sitting next to him on the side of the bed.
You look down at your feet as you listen to him take a swig of water and gulp down some pills. Your hand grips the cup as you look at your reflection through it, and you can’t seem to bring yourself to eat yet. You’re still uneasy.
“Well,” Reigen starts suddenly, interrupting some thoughts you were having. “We got into some trouble last night, it seems.” He says, finally addressing it, trying to be passive about the whole thing.
“Yeah… really.” You agree.
There’s another silence.
“I’m really sorry, Reigen.” You apologize, to his surprise. “I shouldn’t have invited you in last night. I don’t want our work relationship to be weird now because of this, but I understand if you need to fire me to keep things-“
“Woah woah woah!” He interrupts. “I-it’s fine. I’m not gonna fire you. Why the hell would I do that?” He says, confused as to how you came to that conclusion.
Your eyes widen and you turn to look at him again. “Really??? But… I mean we…”
“If anyone should be sorry here, it’s me. I mean I must’ve been really out of my mind last night.”
You frown. What does he mean by that?
“Seriously, I’m the man here so… If you were drunk as well and I agreed to stay over, then I must’ve been taking advantage of you. And that’s…” He looks away with a sense of shame, clenching his fist. “I’m a real asshole if that’s the case so. It should be your decision if you want to resign.” He states very matter of factly. Even though it's no ones fault really, since you both were pretty intoxicated and it was consented. But of course he feels he should take responsibility, when the consequences of a man using a woman in that way were far steeper than the other way around.
You take in what he’s saying for a moment. “Wait… what?” You look confused now when he glances back over at you. “Take advantage of me? Do you… Remember what happened last night?”
He laughs a little flatly. “Actually no, unfortunately. Mind filling me in?”
You just stare at him for a moment in disbelief. You hadn’t even considered that he might not remember.
“I mean I remember bits and pieces.. But it gets pretty blurry after we left the pub… Uh...” He meets eye contact with you after looking around a bit awkwardly. “By any chance did we end up uh… Yknow-“
“No.” You cut him off, reassuring him. “No we didn’t… Go all the way. If that’s what you were gonna ask.”
A wave of relief finally washes over him hearing this. Of course. Of course you didn’t.
You see his body physically relax. It kinda makes you a little sad, though you’re not sure why.
“You’re.. relieved.” You say, looking back at the cup in your hands.
“Of course I am. If I couldn’t remember doing something important like that with you for the first time, I would feel like a piece of shit.”
Your cheeks heat up at this, looking away from him. “That’s what you said… last night…” You respond quietly.
“Huh?”
“We um. We were gonna do it, but… You stopped me. You said you wanted to be sober… the first time you got to have me like that.” You inform him.
His cheeks heat up now. He said that? While he was drunk?
“I definitely would have had us going all the way if you hadn’t stopped me. I really wanted to…Um,” You hand fidgets with the cup. “Anyways. I’m sorry. If anything, I was the one responsible. I didn’t realize you were that drunk.”
And now his erection that had partially started to go away, is back again. From thinking about how that might’ve played out. The two of you about to have sex, but he stopped you even though you wanted it seemingly so bad. You… wanted him.
He brings his hand over the bottom half of his face and looks off again, lost in this thought. You really wanted him. He couldn’t believe it.
When he doesn’t answer you, you glance over at him, seeing him red and lost in thought. “Are you okay?” You ask cautiously.
“Okay…?” He still doesn’t look at you. “I…”
You brace for maybe some scolding. You’re still really not sure how he's taking this.
“I feel amazing.” Your eyes widen before he looks at you again. “We really almost went all the way… But it turns out I had the willpower, even drunk, to stop. Which is what I was worried I didn’t do. Not only that, but… You don’t feel like it was a mistake, right? What happened last night?”
“No, of course not! I mean.. I wish maybe we couldn’t have ended up like that sober like you said, but…” Your voice trails off, not sure what you were even gonna say after that.
There's a beat of silence.
“Well... We’re sober now, right?” He says suddenly.
The two of you just kind of stare at eachother. You feel your face get hotter when you realize what he’s implying.
“You… Want to do it right now?”
He scratches the back of his head and gives an embarrassed laugh. “Ah, sorry sorry! You’re right, maybe I’m jumping the gun still. I should probably take you on a date first.”
Your mouth turns up into a smile, and you let out a laugh. He relaxes again hearing this, smiling at you now.
“What’s so funny?” He asks teasingly.
Once you stop laughing, you stand up and walk closer to where he is. You place your water and toast back down. His heart beats a little faster when you sit down right next to his chest and bring your face in close. The two of you share an intimate gaze for a few moments, and Reigen glances at your lips for a split second. You slowly lean your face in closer to his, and you let him make the final move in to meet your lips, connecting the two of you again finally.
The kiss feels soft and gentle, not like any of the ones from yesterday. You keep it going for a while, and then pull back slowly. “You free today?” You ask, smiling.
“I can always be free, for you.” He responds easily, eyes lidded.
“Lets go on that date then~”
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Remembering last night:
It's midnight on a Friday.
You’re sitting across the table from Reigen, the two of you at a pub you can’t remember the name of. Laughter rings through the place, blending with other groups of people around you, the two of you having nonstop drunken banter.
You’d just come from Reigen's favorite soba place, where you had already had a couple drinks. Serizawa had offered to make sure Mob got home afterwards (but that man knew what he was doing). So now it was just the two of you.
You don’t think you’ve laughed this hard in a while, and you feel so happy right now you could just die. Your chin is propped up in your hand, the other holding a bottle, listening to the man in front of you babble on about his adorable nonsense. Watching Reigen with that big smile, waving his arms around, his face painted pink with a drunken glow. You could stay here forever and ever.
Or at least you thought.
Truthfully though, maybe you were a little careless with your drinking. The two of you kept the same pace with drinks, but Reigen's got just about as much tolerance as you of course, so you're both equally fucked up. But maybe it was something you ate then? Because you start to feel sick.
You don’t want to spoil the moment and tell him this, but you also don’t want to end up puking everywhere. So, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, where you do infact throw up into the toilet.
“Are you alright?” A women in the stall over asks you.
But then you’re laughing. You’re laughing and giggling and hiccing between each one. You probably sound insane, but you don’t care. Even throwing up, you just cant stop thinking about him, and how happy you are. You love your job. You love your life. It's all thanks to him.
“Um… ma’am?” The woman asks again, more concerned.
You assure her you’re alright. And when you’re feeling better again, you clean yourself up, take a piece of gum in your mouth, and walk back out like nothing happened! Perhaps you used to be a pretty consistent drinker when you were in college, so this isn’t new to you. You just wanted to get back to him as soon as possible.
Though, Reigen did have to wait for a little while, so by the time you’re back, his drink is finished, and his head is down on the table. You feel a little guilty, and you’re now more sober than you were before. So, you decided to pay for the bill while he’s got his head down.
When you walk back over, you kneel next to him and tap his shoulder.
“YEAH yeah im leaving soon! I jusgotta wait for my.. my….. She’s inthe bathroom.” He babbles, waving his hand around, but not bothering to look up. Someone must have come over to him while you were gone.
You giggle a little “Reigen, it’s me.” You inform him. His head immediately shoots up to look at you, and your eyes widen at his sudden energy.
“HEYY! You’re back! Woman of the houur!” He slurs.
You smile and take your bottle off the table. He watches your lips, somewhat mesmerized, as you put the bottle up to them and chug down the rest of it. Then you put your hand under his arm to help lift him to his feet. “Cmon, let’s get out of here! I think we stayed long enough.”
He just hums as he lets you help him up, happily leaned into you as you two stumble toward the door.
“Did I tell you how good you look inat dress?” He says into your ear as he continues to lean on you.
You blush, smiling, guiding him outside “Mhm..” you reply softly.
“I did???”
“Yeah. A few times.” You giggle.
“Oh. Well, shit.” He says, still smiling.
He pulls back from you to try to stand straight again, stumbling a little. You go to grab him to stop him from falling over, stumbling a little yourself. You both seemingly catch and steady eachother, then start laughing again. When your laugher dies down, his face is close to yours. You both end up just staring at eachother for a while, drunkenly lost in each others eyes. Like, literally it’s so obvious how you both feel for each other right now, but your minds are so foggy you still don’t notice it yet.
A car honks in the road and snaps you out of it. You clear your throat and move your head to look out into the street, but his eyes stay glued on you.
“Okay.. shouuuld I call you a taxi?” You offer, still not looking at him.
He furrows his brows a bit. “What about you?”
“I think I can walk from here. Myyy apartment is likeee…” you put your finger on your lips. “Overrr there! Like right there.” You point vaguely in one direction, turning back to him with a smile.
“Mmmm yeah no.” He says. “If I’m taking a taxi, yourre not walking home alone.” He pulls out his phone to call both of you a taxi.
“Okay byeeee!! See you tomorrow!” You call out, and he looks up to realize you’re already running off in the direction you had pointed to.
“H-hey!” He shouts, not hesitating to start running after you.
Though you’re both running pretty slow, not like you can run at full speed with how intoxicated you are, you’re both going the same speed so you stay ahead of him for a while. It’s more like a playful chase after a minute as he calls out for you, smiling and scolding you for not letting him call you a taxi.
Finally, after a couple minutes he catches up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Hey! You shhouldnt make a.. drunguy run liike.. thaat.” He slurs, breathing a little heavy.
“We’re here!” You say smiling.
“Huh?”
“This issmy apartment.” You inform him, starting to fish for your key from your purse.
“Ohhh… It really was close, huh?” He mumbles, just gazing up at the building.
You find the key and hold it up victoriously like it was a huge accomplishment. Reigen stifles a laugh.
There’s a bit of an awkward silence after.
“Do you uhh… Need help up the stairs?” He offers, as if he would be the one to HELP you up the stairs right now.
You turn to look at him and give him a knowing smile that he can’t really read. He’s just thinking about how pretty you are with rosy cheeks in the moonlight. A cheesy thought he tells himself he wouldn’t be having sober. He really doesn’t want to go home suddenly.
But you say “Sure” anyways to his offer, because you didn’t want him to leave either. And maybe that’s why you refused the taxi and made him chase you here. Maybe you thought that if you had gone with him in a taxi, you’d have no excuse to have him stay over. Or maybe you just didn’t want him to pay for your taxi. Who knows. You wont admit it.
So then you two are stumbling up the stairs together. His arm is under yours now, acting like he’s helping, but really you think you’re keeping him steady as well. It’s only one flight of stairs though before you’re standing at your front door.
You turn to look up at him and he swallows hard, not making eye contact.
Should he ask? No, no way. You would absolutely turn him down. Plus, he’s your boss. If he asks you it’d be a little inappropriate right?
He decides in his brain that he’ll just head home, accepting it.
“Well! (Y/n)!” He says a little too loudly, smacking his hands onto your shoulders. “It’s been fun! Thank you forr drinking with me tonight. I cant quite think of anyone else I’d want to have um. Drank with.” He tries to say professionally with his whole business persona, suddenly trying to hide his intoxication as well as he can.
You smile. “Are youuu going home?”
“Well I can’t imagine I'd be going anywhere else.” He says jokingly, smiling back at you.
“Reigen, do you want to stay over?” You offer sweetly, which totally catches him off-guard.
His professional demeanor leaves him as suddenly as it came. His hands drop off your shoulders. “H-huh? Why?” He stutters without thinking.
“Mmm…” You look down at your shoes to hide your blushing from him. “I just thought maybe, your feet hurt from running. Anddd it’ll be hard to call a taxi at this time of night, so. I mean I don’t mind..” You start rambling your words.
God you’re adorable. He thinks with wide eyes as he watches you. You really wanted him to stay over, so much that you’re saying every reason you can think of! How could he turn you down?
“Okay.” He agrees with one word, and you look back up at him a little surprised. You stare into his eyes and he swears you do something to him that no one ever has before. He’s never felt this way. He wants you so bad he can’t even believe it himself. A sudden neediness washes over him.
So you let him in, and you help him take his coat off after you close the door. Your every touch makes him shiver now and he can’t think of anything to say, he just lets you do whatever.
You lead him over to the kitchen where you pour the both of you a glass of water. He's glancing around, examining the place you live everyday, until you hand him his glass. You both lean on the kitchen counter, chugging water in silence.
“How you feelin?” You ask, sounding exhausted yourself.
“Honestly? Like shiit.” He says plainly, not looking at you. He’s been staring off for a while now.
“Do you gotsto use the bathroom? It’s down the hall.” You offer, leaning your head onto the palm of your hand.
“Not cus of the alcohol.” He admits.
Confused, you tilt your head more. “Hm?”
There’s no response. After a few moments, you lay the back of your head on the counter and move over a little so that your face is under his chin, your body bent over in a weird way. “What you thinkin?”
He looks down at you with an intense, almost lustful look that you certainly weren’t ready for. Suddenly you get very flustered.
To tell the truth, your heart has been racing this whole time. You’ve been trying not to make it obvious how badly you want him. You’re not usually a horny drunk, but as soon as you were out of the pub building, feeling his body on you and his breath on your neck. God. You just had to have him. You didn’t think he’d actually end up in your apartment though, and you’re not quite sure what to do from here. You were trying not to make things awkward but…
Reigen looks back up and you have to calm down for a second from that intense eye contact. He broke it because he couldn’t keep holding it either. His thoughts keep wondering. The opportunities he never thought he'd be good enough to receive, but here he is. The two of you alone, hazy, standing in a dark kitchen, the night still young. But he had to be sure you wanted this too. That you were having the same thoughts when you invited your drunken boss inside.
You stand back up straight and watch him. He looks really deep in thought, still.
“Hey.” You place your hand on his shoulder, letting it fall down a bit to caress his arm. It sends another shiver though him. “Tell me what’s up.” You insist.
He now stands up straight and moves in close to you, certainly too close to be professional at all. Your bodies are maybe an inch from touching. Your eyes stare straight at his lips as he speaks, shocked at the sudden close proximity.
“(Y/n), I’m about to do something I think I might regret, and I need you to stop me if you don’t want me to do it, okay?”
Your heart is beating a million times faster now. You feel like you’re frozen in place, you can’t breathe, because you somehow already know what’s about to happen.
When you don’t answer, he places a hand on your chin and pushes your face up to look at him. “Okay?” He repeats.
You nod attentively, and you both mirror the same lustful, longing look now.
Not another second goes by before your lips are connected. You’re not even sure who leaned in first, and you don’t really care either. Your lips push against eachother with way too much eagerness. You grab his tie to yank him closer, and both his hands reach up to grasp your face. I mean really, it’s like you’d been holding this back for years.
One of his hands reaches down to grab onto your hip, using the hold to push you backwards against the counter. His body presses against yours, and you can feel his erection already. Your tongues tangle and untangle in this extremely passionate makeout that you’d both been wanting for so long.
You reach a hand up the back of his neck and grab a handful of his hair, which pulls a slight moan out of him against your lips. Hearing his noises causes you to follow suit and do the same, the two of you starting to voice erotic groans and moans against eachother every few seconds. They echo through the empty, silent apartment.
The sounds tip you over the edge. You cant wait anymore. You need him. Now.
You finally pull back from him, breathless, and you pause for a second to stare at your leftover lipstick smudged a bit on his lips. And god, the way he just looks so whipped right now. He’s breathing heavy against your face, eyes lidded, totally entranced by you. It turns you on like crazy.
He goes to lean in, desperate to connect the two of you again. You grant him this and lean in to meet him once again, but you also slip out of his firm grasp that was pinning you against the counter, now pushing his chest to lead him backwards down the hallway.
He lets you push him easily, stumbling back as the two of you continue to kiss intensely. You start undoing his shirt before you even walk through the door, and his hands desperately explore your body.
When you get in, you practically shove him onto the bed. He adjusts himself a little before you climb on and straddle his hips, and his eyes never leave you. He watches you, mesmerized, as you move your hair out of your face before leaning down to continue kissing him again. But this time, the kiss is slower, more erotic as you sensually mix your tongues together. Your hands caress his exposed chest, feeling his shaky breathing. You kiss and pull back and kiss again, letting out a breathy exhale everytime. It's driving him crazy. He palms at your thighs and your ass like he's eager to feel every part of you.
You can feel his erection through his pants again as you lower your full weight down onto him, the warmth and twitching against you making you more wet than you already were. You start to drag your hips back and forth, rubbing against him. He lets out an embarrassingly needy moan this time, louder than before. He can feel you smile against his lips before you start to pull back again.
“D-don’t even.” He warns before you can even say anything. The first thing he’s said since this started.
There's a sort of smug look on your face. “Soo sensitive...” You lean down to his ear, bringing your voice low. “I think it's so sexy when you moan like that for me.” You tease, and lean down to start kissing his neck.
His breath hitches and he lets out another moan. Holy shit.
He’s starting to realize how much you’ve been making him feel good this whole time. And you’re being so dominant, which he wasn’t totally expecting, but is enjoying every second. He cant tell if it’s the alcohol, or if this is how you always are. But he cant believe this is actually happening, that he gets to have you like this, and with his fogginess right now, it feels like…
“Fuck… Am I dreaming right now?” He says his thoughts out loud as he drags his hand through his hair. His chest rises and lowers as he breaths heavily. You laugh a little at this, the sound vibrating against his skin.
“Do you wanna be?” You ask, pulling back again, but only enough for your noses to barely be touching, your hair hanging over his face.
“What? No, of course not.” He answers, like it was the easiest question he’d ever gotten. Though, he’s pretty sure he’s had plenty of dreams about you just like this.
“We might not remember in the morning.. We could do whatever we want..” You entice him, tracing a finger around his chest, implying that you didn’t have to worry about anything else right now. Like the fact that you’re working together, and this may make things awkward depending how the morning goes. Honestly you don’t know how drunk you are at this point, the lust mixed with whatever was left from the pub was making it feel like you were on cloud 9. You could remember nothing tomorrow, or everything.
“Mm… yeah…” He frowns a bit. You start to place gentle kisses on his face to try and relax him again.
“It’s okayyy, don’t worry about tomorrow.” You softly reassure him between kisses, though you’re not really sure what for. You can just sense a different vibe from him now. You think maybe he got anxious thinking about what comes after this.
He suddenly decides to sit up, pushing you up to be sitting on his lap, and immediately kissing you again. His hands stay grasping your hips and he begins to place kisses on you now, moving from your ear down to your neck. You gasp a bit at first and giggle lightly as he continues down, holding his shoulders.
“I’ve- Always wanted- To do this with you- Yknow?” He speaks between kisses. The genuine confession makes you blush, starting to lose a bit of your cockiness from before.
He then chooses a spot on your neck and starts to suck on the area, biting it and dragging his tongue across the one spot. You gasp and moan at the sudden pleasure it gives you.
“M-me too.” You push out, breathless.
He starts to massage into your thighs with his thumbs, furthering your pleasure. You decide to start rubbing against him again, needing the friction as you ached for him already.
He lets out a deep groan against your skin. “Fuck.” He starts kissing you again, moving down to your breasts. Your dress was still on, but the neck hanged quite low, showing a lot of cleavage. He had to try all day not to drag his eyes down to this area, to stay respectful. Now he’s getting to kiss them and caress them. It was almost funny, he can’t believe it’s real.
He starts leaving hickeys on the bare exposed areas of your chest. You moan and whine as you continue to dry hump against him. His hands wonder your body, eventually finding their way back to you ass and dragging up the hem of your dress so that your panties are showing. You think he’s going to start taking your dress off, but he doesn’t. After he’s left a few marks on you, he pulls your lips back to his again.
As you continue dragging on him at a steady pace, he starts trying to rub against you harder, like he feels as desperate for you right now as you do for him. He’s either pushing your hips down or bucking his hips up, and his groans sound needy. The longer you go, the more he sounds like he's about to reach his limit. Did he want to get off just from dry humping?
You can't lie, you wanted all of him already, it was driving you insane. This wasn't enough for you to finish, but it was hard to bring yourself to stop, as you listen to his noises. It was addicting, hearing him like this, it made your mind fuzzy with lust. Seeing him be so sensitive just from this though, made you so curious how he would sound going all the way, with your walls fully wrapped around his length. How overstimulated would he get?
You finally stop moving for a moment and push back from the kiss only so you’re a few centimeters away again. He lets out a groan as you stop everything altogether. “Reigen… I need you inside me.” You confess, voice low.
He swallows, keeping dazed eye contact with you as he breathes heavily. You try to search his eyes for any sign to stop or continue, but you don’t know what he’s thinking.
He hasn’t really tried to take anything off you yet. It’s like the foreplay has kind of plateaued, but yet he was grabbing at you and moaning for you, looking at you like he couldn’t wait anymore. Was he waiting for you to initiate it?
Then he nods, which confuses you a bit. Why was he so unsure? Was it his first time or something? There’s no way.
Nonetheless, he gave you consent. “Stop me if you don't wan it, okay?” You say, mimicking what he said to you before this all began. He nods again, still giving you a lustful, obedient look.
God he’s cute.
You connect your lips again, letting you get back into the rhythm before continuing. You reach your hand down and start to palm at the buldge in his dresspants. It twitches against your hand as you start rubbing and massaging it. You can feel a bit of precum leaking through as well. He whines into your mouth as you make him feel good. You can’t believe how submissive he is. You figured maybe he would be, you can’t lie and say you’ve never considered it. But really, it’s so intoxicating.
After palming him for a bit as a warm up, your hand finally moves up to look for the top button. You find it and undo it, moving to the zipper next and then-
He pulls back from you. “Wait!” He breathes out, surprising you. You immediately stop what you’re doing and look at him.
“I… Um…” He stutters, blushing and still catching his breath.
“Wha is it?” You ask gently, tilting your head, moving your hands away from his zipper now, placing them on his shoulders.
You’re concerned why he looks so nervous, and consider that maybe your virgin theory earlier was right?
“I just… Sorry I-“ His head spins as he trys to voice his thoughts.
“You don have to be sorry. Iss okay if you don’t wanta do it.” You assure him, slurring your words.
“Noo, I do! I do!” He retaliates quickly, shaking his head. “I-It’s just uh…”
You wait for him to explain, watching him glance around a bit.
“Reigen… Are you a virgin?” You finally ask, letting your invasive thoughts win, completely throwing him off.
“WHAT?! O-Of course not!! I’m 28!” He defends, hurt that you think he’d be so game-less. Though, it has been a really long time since he’s slept with someone.
“There's nothin wrong with it! I understand if you-“
“I'm not a virgin! End of story.” He repeats firmly, and you put your hands up in defense, smiling a little.
He scoffs “Jeez… I’m tryin ta be vulnerable here and you’re cracking jokes.”
You laugh. “Alright, alright! Jus tell me.”
It’s silent for a bit then, and you just wait for his response now.
“(Y/n)… I really like you.” He starts, and your eyes widen a little. “Like, I REALLY like you a lot. This isn’t just the alcohol talking. It’s allll Reigen. I’ve wanted you like this since the first day I met you.”
You were not expecting a confession right now, you’re so caught off-guard you can’t think of anything to do than just stare at him in surprise. He doesn’t move at all saying this to you either, the two of you just sit in stillness.
He rambles on. “But I also wantt you in other ways... An I mean I might as well tell you if we’ll wake up with foggy memory tomorrow, but I been thinking about how I should ask you out for a while now. And well…” He looks around a bit. “This isn’t how I pictured it.”
Your heart flutters, your cheeks heating up.
“And it’s not like I’m not enjoying this I mean, fuck. This is everything I ever dreamed of, but…” He looks back into your eyes again. “I guess what I’m saying is… When we have sex, I want to be able to remember it. I wanna have you for the first time with the both of us completely sober. If we start our relationship off like this then it just feels..."
“I understand.” You finish for him, giving him a soft smile. His confession really moves you, shifting the mood completely to one thats more soft.
“Seriously, like, this is really really hard for me to turn this down! I mean I want go all night with you like this right now honestly I've never felt this fucking good iin my life. It just.. doesn feel right. Like tomorrow I think I mihght feel...-” He continues to ramble to explain himself, though you’ve already made up your mind as well. He’s totally right.
“No, I get it. You’re right. I want to be sober when we do it for the first time too.” You assure him. He smiles back at you, letting out a small breath of relief.
You lean into his ear again. “And I wanna be able to remember clearly all the cute noises you make when I make you feel good.” You add on, teasing him, moving to place a kiss on his cheek.
He blushes as a shiver runs down his spine. His dick twitches against your thigh, to your amusement. “Alrightt… Don make me change my mind now.” He says jokingly, bringing your face close like he's scolding you. You laugh. But he also means it. You’re really such a sweet temptation, it's a miracle he turned you down, especially this drunk. He almost just said fuck it and let his pleasure take over. But you are really special to him, something came over him. He doesn’t want this to feel like some shameful hookup tomorrow. If you hadn’t even mentioned tomorrow, he might’ve just mindlessly gone through with anything you wanted to do. He was ready to follow your lead. But he knew that you’d probably regret it tomorrow as well, and he should feel responsible, being the man and your literal boss.
You pull him into an embrace, and he does so back, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“I louve you.” You mumble, the words spilling without even thinking about it. His eyes open wide at the very real confession from you, seeming even more intense than his. It’s a phrase neither of you should be ready to say yet, but just sort of slipped out in your drunken, now exhausted haze. Since the lust all wore off suddenly, you immediately flipped the switch and are now feeling all the drowsiness you'd been pushing off.
After a while of staying like this, you think you're just gonna fall asleep on his shoulder like this. You're just about to fall out of consciousness when you hear Reigen's stomach make a noise, alerting you for a moment.
“I…” He stirs a bit against you. “Shit. I feel liike I’m gonna hurl.”
Your eyes open, immediately pushing backwards from his chest to get a look at him. He DOES look like he’s about to hurl. It must’ve finally caught up to him.
“O-Okay leht me get you a trash can!” You panic a little, not wanting him to puke on your… anything, preferably. As you sleepily stumble around the room trying to find it, Reigen stands, only making his nausea worse.
He gags, and you turn to him with a look of horror.
“BATHROOM!!” You shout, getting behind him to push him there. He just barely makes it to the toilet, but manages to get it all out inside the bowl. You take a big sigh of relief.
You rub his back for a minute or two, and you’re reminded of when you used to do this for your girl friends. It’s kinda funny.
But then he assures you that he’ll be fine and that you should get to bed, once he sees you dozing off while squatting next to him.
You nod and do so, planting a kiss on his head before you leave him be. When he gets back to the room, feeling better now, he sees you already under the covers fast asleep. He climbs in next to you, turning to gaze at you for a little while, brushing the hair out of your eyes.
“I love you too yknow…” he says, though he knows you’re no longer conscious to hear it.
Warnings: Sanzu is his own warning, graphic violence, substance use, toxic/manipulative relationships, eventual smut, mentions of kidnapping, somewhat of a happy ending eventually, heavy pining, stalking, Bonten AU, swearing, female reader. Don't read if you're not comfortable with these themes.
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You adjusted your sunglasses as you stepped out of the train station into the late-autumn sunlight. You were trying to look normal, with your hair tied loosely, wearing a neutral outfit, and finishing with soft pink gloss, as always.
To everyone else, you looked like the kind of woman who had her life together.
But you hadn’t stopped checking over your shoulder since you left the apartment.
That feeling again.
The same one from the other day.
It clung to your skin like humidity.
You told yourself it was nothing. Probably just nerves. Maybe it was the wedding. Maybe it was your body reacting to the stress of pretending everything was fine. Still, your eyes kept flickering toward every reflection: store windows, parked cars, cafe glass.
Nothing obvious, just shapes moving. Too many people to pinpoint anyone.
You forced yourself to focus on the bakery ahead.
Your mother wanted you to confirm the damn cake flavor before the weekend.
White chocolate mousse or strawberry chiffon. Like it mattered.
You exhaled hard and started scrolling through your messages to find the photo of the sample cakes.
That’s when your phone rang, loud, shrill, cutting through the noise of the street. Your heart jumped so hard you nearly dropped it.
“Jesus—!” you hissed, clutching it to your chest.
A few people nearby turned to look: two high school girls and a guy walking his dog. They didn’t say anything, but their stares made heat crawl up your neck. You gave them a weak laugh and turned away, pretending to fix your hair.
“Mom,” you breathed, answering the call with a forced smile that no one could see. “You scared me.”
Your mother’s voice came through loud and sharp.
“Y/n! You still haven’t told the planner which cake you’re choosing! They need to know by today or—”
“Mom, please.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, glancing around again. “I’m working on it, okay? I just got here.”
“Good. Pick something elegant, not that childish strawberry thing. Daiki’s family is very traditional, you know.”
“Yeah,” you muttered. “I know.”
“And why wasn’t he with you?” She continued her hounding.
“He’s on a trip—”
“And make sure you stop by the florist.”
You rolled your eyes at how she didn’t even give you a chance to respond.
“I know. I’ll handle it.”
That came out sharper than you meant. There was a pause, then a tight sigh.
“Don’t take that tone with me.”
Your throat felt tight. You shut your eyes, inhaling slowly.
“Sorry, I’m just… tired.”
“Then don’t forget who gave you this life. You wouldn’t have any of this without us.”
Click.
Call ended.
You stood there for a second, phone still pressed to your ear. The crowd moved around you, a blur of neutral faces and passing chatter.
But your ears were ringing.
You felt that prickling again, the sense that somewhere among all those strangers, someone wasn’t just walking by.
Someone was looking.
The hairs on your skin raised. You turned, quickly.
A flash of pink hair…no, just a neon sign catching the light. A man lighting a cigarette, whose gaze lingered a little too long, and a cyclist passing.
Your chest rose and fell fast. You gave yourself a small, bitter laugh. “I’m losing it,” you whispered under your breath.
Still, you started walking faster.
Didn’t even notice that behind you, half a block away, someone matched your pace.
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As you walked past the bridal boutique window, something caught your eye.
Not the lace or the pearls, but a mannequin dressed in an elaborate wedding gown, the veil long and glimmering with scattered rhinestones. Not diamonds, not really. But the illusion was close enough.
You slowed, only slightly, just enough to catch your own reflection in the glass.
And for a split second, your mind slipped to the past.
You were sixteen again, sitting on a bench outside some no-name convenience store with a slushie in one hand, your legs crossed at the ankles, and your heart stupidly full.
“When we get married,” you said, bold and casual like it was a fact,” I want a diamond veil. Not rhinestones. I want that shit to blind people.”
Sanzu didn’t look up right away, just flicked the cap off a soda bottle, pulling his mask down, muttering, “...So you can trip people walking down the aisle and crack a tooth?”
You nudged his knee with your own, grinning. “Nah. You’d catch me.”
“...Probably.”
He took a sip of the drink. But his green eyes lingered a second too long on yours, and even now, years later, you remembered the way his pinky brushed yours like it was on purpose.
Before you could say something else, someone had honked from the road, a car passing too fast. That moment had never gotten to bloom.
And now…
The sound of a delivery truck jolted you back. You blinked and kept walking.
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The florist’s voice crackled over a speakerphone as you balanced your phone against your shoulder, flipping through a stack of proofs for the wedding invitations.
“Dalihas are an option,” she offered. “Or, actually, chrysanthemums. In burnt orange or deep burgundy, they’d match your palette beautifully.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. The hum of the printer buzzed behind the counter. “Chrysanthemums are fine.”
“They’re a little more somber,” the florist said carefully, “but elegant. Symbolic.”
“Good,” you say flatly. “Let’s do somber.”
She laughed, thinking you were joking. You didn’t correct her.
The call ended—another ding, an email. The cake bakery had confirmed the final design: four tiers, ivory fondant, gilded accents, and delicate sugar lilies curling like they were sculpted in porcelain.
You stared at the photo.
Perfect.
Beautiful.
Heavy.
You sat down, still holding the invitations. The names looked expensive. Mr. and Mrs. Ichinose request the honor of your presence…
Yours wasn’t there.
You should’ve felt excited, grateful, at peace.
Instead, all you could feel was the tightness in your chest and the strange weight in your limbs, like someone was observing.
You looked up.
Outside the printing shop, a man lit a cigarette—just a stranger.
Or maybe not.
His eyes lifted, just for a second. You didn’t move.
Then, he turned and walked away.
You let out a breath, long, shaky. Told yourself to stop doing this, stop giving into the paranoia.
Stop.
You grabbed the box of invitations, gave a polite thank you to the clerk, and stepped outside.
It was colder than before.
You didn’t look back.
But someone behind you had already started walking.
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The sidewalk was damp from an earlier drizzle, speckled with amber leaves that stuck to your sneakers as you walked. Streetlights hummed overhead, casting long, thin shadows that seemed to follow you a second too late.
You didn’t rush. Your steps were slow, almost meditative, as if you were hoping the walk would stretch a little longer. The kind of cold that nipped at your sleeves but didn’t bite had settled into the air, carrying that sharp, earthy scent of early fall; wet concrete, cigarette smoke, dead leaves.
In your hand, you cradled the invitation box. One side was slightly crumpled from how tightly you’d been holding it. You loosened your grip.
A breeze stirred at your legs, and the chrysanthemums in the bouquet shifted slightly in the paper. Burnt orange. Deep burgundy. A floral palette made for October weddings and quiet funerals. Your florist had called them dramatic, saying they held emotion well in photos. What she didn’t say was that they were the flower of mourning in Japan. Chrysanthemums for the dead.
But maybe it fit. Maybe that was the vibe all along. Something pretty that didn’t mean what people thought it did.
Your phone buzzed in your bag.
You didn’t jump, but it pulled your attention. For a beat too long, your mind blanked into something that almost felt like fear, tight in your chest, irrational, like something was about to happen. Then you fished it out.
Daiki: One more week. Miss you ❤️
Your thumb hovered over the screen. Then you locked it again and slipped it back into your bag.
The streets were quiet again, and you walked the last few blocks without looking up.
Tbh no one can convince me that bonten Sanzu is not fine cuz like look at him. He’s a material gurllllll and I don’t care that he stalks people or that he’s crazy.
Like look at him:
At this point I need season 4 so I can replay each scene of Sanzu and the Haitani bros.
You never have to ask for anything.
They listen to you too closely for that.It always starts with a passing thought.
You never ask you only mention things.
You say you’ve never seen the city from the sky, and a week later you’re in a helicopter, the lights of Tokyo spilling beneath you like liquid gold.
Ran’s beside you, sleeves rolled, calm as ever, his voice low against the hum of the blades. “Better view this way, right?”
He doesn’t look at the skyline. He looks at you.
When you mention wanting a break, Rindou doesn’t even let the thought settle.
He books an entire floor of a hotel overlooking the water — just because.
The room smells like salt and jasmine, and there’s a box of chocolates on the bed with a note scrawled in his sharp handwriting: Take it easy. We’ll handle the world for a while.
You laugh, because you know he means it.
you mention never receiving flowers and u wake up to your door step being littered with flowers from roses to daisy to tulips all tangled together like Sanzu just couldn’t pick just one.
You find him downstairs, boots kicked up, grin wide.
“Overboard?” he asks.
“Completely.”
“Good.”
anything u ask its given to you without having to lift a finger
it becomes a rhythm want, mention, receive.
A kind of magic built out of their attention.
You say something offhand about a place, a thing, a dream, and somehow it finds its way to you.
A coat that fits too perfectly to be guessed.
A new phone because Rindou “hated how slow your old one was.”
Plane tickets slipped into a book Ran caught you reading.
Sanzu, with a smirk, dropping keys into your hand and saying, “Don’t ask questions just drive.”
They never make you feel like you owe them anything.
but of course u pay them back the best way u can even if that meant
messing your up Perfectly good makeup while u suck sanzu off choking on him as he throws his head back and moans your name
or how you let Rindou take you from behind in the back of his car because he can't get enough of the thrill and the pretty little sounds you make while he's balls deep inside you
or maybe its the way you ride ran when he comes home tense from some stupid meeting your movements slow and deliberate feeling every thick inch of him
its very clear that there in deep.A sucker for you
Sometimes you wonder if they’re trying to make up for something.
They don’t say much about it, but you can see it in the quiet moments the guilt they carry, the things they’ve done to get here.
And maybe that’s why they treat you the way they do.
Because you’re the one thing they haven’t had to take by force.
The one thing they can give to instead of fight for.
synopsis: messing with the ceo of your rivaling company didn’t seem that hard to let go of.. or did it?
❥- including : ran haitani, sanzu haruchiyo, rindou haitani
❥- note : trying this again! praying it actually works 😭 reblogs are appreciated!!
content warnings: nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, ceo!reader, bonten timeline, all men are ceo’s, mentions of harassment (sanzu), praising, use of pet names (baby , angel , princess), slight breeding kink (ran + rindou), creampie (all), some possessive behavior, mentions of pregnancy (rindou).
♡ RAN HAITANI
you never expected to fall for someone like ran haitani.
he was cunning, attractive, and quite a clever man. he also ran one of the best businesses in all of Roppongi. he attracted all kinds of women by just doing simply nothing, so when he saw you at a club, you didn’t think it would be anything more than a quickie in the bathroom.
that quickie turned into dates, hookups at his apartment, and him taking you out more than you had anticipated.
however, all of that changed when you discovered that ran just wasn’t a ceo for some random company, but it was the same company that rivaled yours. your father had some previous ties to the business and he seemed to have forgotten to mention it to you when you took hold of the reins. you were now worried. as a ceo of your own company, you placed yourself at risk for possibly sabotaging things that your father had worked so hard to create.
but, you just couldn’t help yourself.
your face was smooshed into the leather of ran’s expensive couch. his fingertips danced along your spine while his cock lazily dragged inside of your walls. you had told yourself you weren’t going to see him tonight. you wanted to ignore his text messages, but there was something about his presence that drew you in. he was addictive.
“you’re taking me so well, angel..” he squeezed the plush of your ass, savoring how soft your skin was.
your eyes rolled back from how well ran was fucking you. there was just something about how he did it that made you light on fire. it’s what made you come crawling back to him every single time. “a-ah! ran! yes, right there!” you mewled when the tip kissed that spongy spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure over you.
the older haitani loved how pretty you sounded right now. he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. you were too damn perfect to ever pass up. he didn’t give a single shit if you two were meant to be “rivals.” how was someone like him supposed to never see someone like you? you were one of the only women he genuinely saw himself being comfortable with. he didn’t want to be a secret, but for you, he’d do absolutely anything.
his grip on your hips tightened and his pace suddenly became quicker than it had originally begun. “ran! fuck, fuck, cum inside me!” you cried, turning your head just a little so you could see his handsome face.
he couldn’t stop the smirk he wore from writing itself on his face. god, he had been wanting to do that for so damn long. “ah..? okay, baby, i’ll make sure you’re nice and full when i’m done..” he cooed, pushing you further into the couch.
skin slapped against each other as ran’s pace was practically animalistic. he groaned deeply when he finally met his release. spurts of his cum made its way into your cunt, making you shiver from how it felt. that had been the first time he had ever came inside you, and you honestly craved it a lot. it was so amazing.
he pulled out of you, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “i’ll gladly be your secret, baby, but nobody better touch you other than me..”
♡ SANZU HARUCHIYO
you met sanzu in an odd way one evening. you were on the way home from your long and tiring work day when some random guy kept egging you on. he kept making comments towards you and practically begging for you to give him any ounce of attention.
well, the guy didn’t end up leaving you alone, and he ended up trailing after you in a pretty shitty part of town. you couldn’t lie that you weren’t scared. the sun had already set and that guy was hot on your tail. you could try calling the police but you knew full well that they wouldn’t get there in time to help you, so you tried your best to rush out of there and lose the guy.
unfortunately, he caught up to you and ended up yanking on your arm. you let out a scream and shoved him away from you, but he was quite strong. you thought you were about to be robbed or even worse, but that all immediately fizzled out when someone had intervened. a man with bubblegum pink hair had the guy shoved on the ground. he kicked and beat the shit out of the guy, leaving him completely scared and helpless on the dirty floor.
sanzu had tended to you the moment he saw your frightened expression. he brought you to the police station and you reported the man who had been following you. you thought that would be the last time you’d ever see him, but that wasn’t the case.
you saw him more often than you should have. you two started a connection with each other and began to go out to bars or even little dates. you tried to tell yourself it was just platonic, but you disliked how your heart would often skip a beat whenever you saw his name light up on your phone. the only issue was that sanzu was the head of a huge company in Tokyo. he rivaled you, and seeing him could cause issues within your business. however, you just couldn’t stay away.
that’s how you ended up in your own office with sanzu hovering above you. his cock bullied your walls, making it difficult for you to keep quiet. “mmm.. sanzu! oh, god..” you moaned, looking at him through your eyelashes.
a smile stretched across his scarred lips. he knew from the beginning that you were his rival. he had seen you before, but he could care less. you were a beautiful woman and he couldn’t lie that you made him happy. “keep sayin’ it, baby, scream out my fuckin’ name so everyone in this building knows who’s making you feel good..” he then began to play with your swollen clit, increasing the pleasure.
you practically screamed his name when you finally came all over his cock. he thought it was so cute seeing you becoming such a mess for him. “s-sanzu! sanzu!” you whined, trembling within his hands from your orgasm.
your desk began to creak from the movements and the weight you both were putting on it. sanzu’s pace was rough and fast. you could hardly keep up with him. his cock was twitching and within seconds he felt himself let go inside of you. he loved how warm your pussy felt around him. he just couldn’t help himself.
he kissed you sloppily, biting on your lower lip. “don’t think we’re much of a secret now, are we..?”
♡ RINDOU HAITANI
rindou haitani was quite the charmer. he didn’t have the best luck with women, but when he did, he treated them like angels. that was no different when he met you at one of the clubs he DJ at.
he drew you in almost instantly. his expensive cologne, lavender hair, a smile that could make any girl drop her panties. you knew hooking up with him that night would be good, and you thought it would be just a simple one night stand. most men your age never really stuck around after one sex filled evening, so you placed your expectations below what they usually were.
though, it shocked you when rindou continued to message you, even after your hookup.
although you were a little unsure of his intentions, you decided to keep seeing him. he took you out on nice dates, and he had even went as far as buying you a few nice gifts from expensive stores. it wasn’t until your assistant pointed out who rindou actually was that you realized how wrong it looked to be seeing someone like him. rindou ran a company that rivaled yours. it shocked you that you hadn’t noticed far sooner, but you just couldn’t stay away from him.
you repeated to yourself over and over that you wouldn’t fuck him again. you shouldn’t be doing it at all.
but, your body had betrayed you and that desire for him lit like a candle in the dark.
rindou had your legs around his waist. his thrusts were deep and fast, making you cry out in pleasure every single time he reached those great spots inside you. he had you just where he wanted you. “rindou..! fuck, it feels so good..!” you threw your head back onto the pillow behind you.
“heh, you enjoying yourself? you’re so fucking beautiful..” he groaned, leaning down to nibble at your neck.
you gasped when rindou bit down on that sweet spot on your neck. he sucked on it hard enough that there would for sure be a mark afterwards. it’s like he was begging for you two to be caught by others. that thought alone didn’t seem to bother rindou. if anything, he wanted people to know what you two were doing with each other.
you clawed at his back when you felt your orgasm hit you harder than a truck. rindou couldn’t help but grunt when your pussy clamped around his cock so perfectly. fuck, it’s like you were made for him. “so good for me, baby, so fuckin’ good..” he quickened his thrusts, inching him closer to his high. “want me to cum in you..? make this pretty pussy all mine?”
“y-yes! yes, please, rindou!” you cried, nodding your head.
he held your thighs tightly, fucking the absolute shit out of your cunt. you were so fucking great. he never found someone like you. he didn’t care what your statuses might be. all he wanted was you.
rindou groaned one last time then he reached his climax. he had completely let go inside of you. thick cum filled your womb, leaving a huge mess inside. you took it all so well. he didn’t want to leave your snug walls. “wanna go again..? maybe i can give you a baby while i’m at it..” he smirked.
Sometimes when I go hundreds pages deep into people’s Tumblr archives, I find really funny posts and I weigh the pros and cons of liking/reblogging them.
Pros: I’ll have access to them later because they’re fucking hilarious
Cons: They might think I’m creepy. Despite the fact that it’s public and on the Internet, it is not socially acceptable to let anyone know the extent that you creeped their archives.
I hereby extend blanket permission for anyone to creep on my archive, and to like and reblog posts from it if they want to. It’s really quite flattering.
I have 100% had people wander into my blog and like and reblog stuff I’d FORGOTTEN I’d even posted, and/or things I couldn’t find my own self after going looking for them, and do you know how AWESOME that is?
My gods, dig please, I am not organized I need the help.
Warnings: Sanzu is his own warning, graphic violence, substance use, toxic/manipulative relationships, eventual smut, mentions of kidnapping, somewhat of a happy ending eventually, heavy pining, stalking, Bonten AU, swearing, female reader. Don't read if you're not comfortable with these themes.
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The hallway smelled like fresh flowers and rich people’s money. Daiki Ichinose, your fiancé, buttoned his beige overcoat with one hand and kissed you softly on the cheek with the other.
“Kyoto shouldn’t take long,” he said, all smiles. “Text me if you miss me too much, alright?”
He laughed; you didn’t.
You smiled, picture perfect.
The kind of smile that made old women in church whisper, “Lucky girl.”
But it didn’t reach your eyes, it never did.
You waited for him to get in his car in the driveway before you dropped it.
“Safe travels.”
Your voice was sweet, practiced. You held the door open for him, let him walk out, and waved. A neighbor passed by, and she smiled harder for you and Daiki.
Daiki looked back once before turning the corner. “Love you.”
You waved, then shut the door.
Click. Lock. Silence.
“Good fucking riddance.”
You muttered, organizing the shoes neatly at the shoe rack by the door. You stood back up, taking the hair tie out of your low-maintenance ponytail, and collapsed backward on the L-shaped couch with a dramatic groan. Your head hit a throw pillow, and your hand covered your face.
The room was pretty.
Cream walls, white accents. Minimalist and classy.
So not you.
Everything felt picked for you, because it was.
You looked perfect together.
Everyone said so.
Daiki was polite, well-dressed, held doors, remembered birthdays, and brought your parents flowers without being asked.
A real prince.
Every mother’s dream, your worst fucking nightmare.
Your phone buzzed. A photo popped up, one from earlier in the week. Daiki had posted it.
“#PowerCouple. So lucky to be hers.”
You stared at it blankly. The light in your eyes looked real, so did the smile painted on your face.
It wasn’t.
You let the phone slide off your stomach and fall to the pristine white, fluffy rug. Your arm draped across your eyes. Memories started sneaking in again, like they always did when you were finally alone. The ring felt heavier on your left ring finger.
2005.
Short bleached-blonde hair, sparkle gloss, loud music in your wired earbuds. Haruchiyo Sanzu side-eyeing you with a half smirk behind that black surgical mask he always wore. You could feel his body tense when you pulled his mask down to kiss his cheek, and you still remembered the way he said your name when no one else was around.
Not “princess.”
Not “my future wife.”
Not “L/n-sama.”
Just you.
You left him in 2008.
Cold, quick, without warning.
Told him that he was holding you back, told him that you didn’t love him, told him to play gangster, and that you’re leaving.
Watched his face crumble.
Then, you walked away.
And cried so hard in your room later that night that your mother coldly stared at you as if your feelings were an inconvenience to her, not hiding the disdain she had for your childhood best friend-turned-boyfriend.
“Get over it,” she said callously, arms crossed in the doorway of your old bedroom. “Good girls don’t marry criminals, and if you don’t fall in line, you’ll be cut off and alone. You’re going to marry the Ichinose boy, and that’s final.”
So, you left Sanzu.
And made sure he hated you for it.
Because if he hated you…
He wouldn’t chase you, wouldn’t get hurt, and maybe, just maybe, he’d move on.
You certainly didn’t.
The room was too quiet now, the kind of quiet that buzzed. You sat up slowly, heart beating too fast.
Like something was watching.
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The air conditioner hummed softly. Somewhere down below, a delivery scooter buzzed past the street. Tokyo didn’t stop moving for anyone, especially not for you.
You sat upright on the couch, hands still in your hair, staring at the empty space where Daiki’s luggage had been ten minutes ago. Your shoulders relaxed for the first time all week… until they didn’t.
Your reflection in the blank TV stared back, with perfect posture, a pretty outfit, and hair still intact.
You looked like the kind of woman who had everything under control, but your chest was tight. The quiet didn’t feel like peace; it felt like absence. Like the sound had been scraped out of the room and replaced with something else. Something listening.
You ran a hand through your hair, exhaling. “Don’t be weird,” you mutter to yourself. “You’re just tired.”
But your eyes flicked toward the window anyway. The blinds were half-closed, sunlight cutting through in slanted stripes. It reminded you too sharply of that day earlier this week.
The street, the vendor, how your friends were laughing while you suddenly felt like your spine had been plugged into an electrical socket.
That feeling.
That shift.
Your hand tightened around the throw pillow.
You hadn’t told anyone. Not Daiki, not your friends, and certainly not your parents.
Because what were you supposed to say?
“Hey, I think someone was watching me?”
You could already picture Daiki’s polite confusion, then the gentle laugh, the promise to “hire better security for the wedding.” As sweet as that man could be, sometimes he wasn’t emotionally aware.
No.
You shook your head. The vendor, the crowd, the noise, it all had to be your imagination. Plus, the stress of the wedding planning.
Still..
Your gut whispered otherwise.
“Fuck,” you rubbed your temples. “Now I’m alone in this apartment.”
The words came out louder than you meant. They sounded small after they hit the air, like a thought spoken into an empty church.
You looked around again, just a casual scan, but slower this time.
The glass sliding door to the balcony was locked, the curtains were half-drawn, and everything looked normal.
But that didn’t stop your pulse from picking up. Didn’t stop your eyes from lingering on the faint reflection in the glass, your own shape, and something behind it that almost looked like—
You blinked.
Gone.
You let out a shaky laugh, tossing the throw pillow aside.
“I’m losing it.” You thought.
But still…
The house felt observed.
Your phone buzzed suddenly; a delivery notification. The sound made you jump. You rolled your eyes at yourself, set the phone face down, and pulled the throw blanket over your legs.
But even with your eyes closed, the memory wouldn’t fade: that day, that sensation, the feeling crawled back up your spine. It felt like that quiet, focused kind of stare you don’t notice, until you do.
Warnings: Sanzu is his own warning, graphic violence, substance use, toxic/manipulative relationships, eventual smut, mentions of kidnapping, somewhat of a happy ending eventually, heavy pining, stalking, Bonten AU, swearing, female reader. Don't read if you're not comfortable with these themes.
Notes: To fit the theme of the 2000s in Japan, I decided to make the reader a past gyaru. This was initially written for an OC, but I changed it to x reader for publication.
Sanzu was still smiling when he dropped down on the couch, legs spread like a king reclaiming his throne.
His pink locks fell over his eyes as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. That calm still hung in the air like a fog.
Too calm.
Koko knew better.
So did Ran.
Kakucho’s shoulders hadn’t relaxed since the second Sanzu walked in.
Rindou and Mochi shared a quick glance. This wasn’t the usual manic episode. This wasn’t his comedown crash. This was… calculated. Caged.
Sanzu licked the inside of his cheek, then finally turned his head toward Koko.
“So.”
His voice was syrup-slow.
“What’s his name?”
Koko didn’t answer immediately. Not because he didn’t know, but because he did. And whatever was about to come next, he didn’t want to be responsible for.
He sighed, tucking his phone in his pocket. “He’s a CEO.”
Sanzu blinked once, lips twitching. “Of?”
Koko ran a hand down his face. “Some biotech firm. Big money. Japanese-American. I haven’t pulled everything yet, but he’s clean. Legit. Civilian.”
Sanzu’s grin didn’t falter. Didn’t budge.
“Biotech?” He repeated softly. “Oh, so he’s smart.”
“Haruchiyo.”
Ran’s voice was steady, but edged. The kind of tone he used when someone was about to start a fire in a gasoline suit.
Sanzu didn’t even look at him, still staring straight ahead, still smiling.
“Imagine that,” He murmured. “Some clean, educated fucker with fancy skin cream and a little lab coat… slipping a ring on her finger.”
Kakucho sat forward now, jaw tight.
“You don’t know the full story yet,” he said carefully. “Don’t do anything until we—”
“Didn’t ask for commentary, Kakucho.”
That shut the room down.
Sanzu finally leaned back, stretching his arms across the couch behind him. Head tilted like a wolf in thought.
“You know what the funny part is?” He was talking to no one now. Or maybe, to the ghost of the woman who wasn’t even there.
“She never liked men like that. Said they bored her.” He smiled wider. “Guess she got tired of chaos.”
Ran stood up slowly, drink forgotten. “Haruchiyo,” he said again, firmer. “Let it go.”
Sanzu finally turned to him. Really looked at him.
His pupils were still blown wide. But his smile? That was real now, and cold.
“I’m not touching her,” he said. “I just wanna talk.”
Kakucho’s hand curled into a fist.
“That’s what scares me.”
The six men in the room continued their business as usual, handling shipments, logistics, and territory disputes, while their leader and advisor were out handling a deal.
Koko felt sick. He’s seen this look before, back during the Kanto Manji days. That same maniacal stillness before blood hit the floor. He’s already regretting opening his mouth earlier. He should’ve lied, should’ve said you moved abroad, or that you were alone.
“Goddamnit, I should’ve deleted that file. If he finds the address, he’ll burn it. Mikey’s gonna kill me if he touches a civilian again.” Koko thinks.
He’s quietly plotting damage control before Sanzu even stands up again.
Ran’s got his glass halfway to his lips and hasn’t moved for a full minute. This isn’t the Sanzu that yells, follows Mikey, or laughs himself into chaos. This is the quiet one who used to smile right before someone went missing.
“This feels like 2008 all over again. If Sanzu goes after her, Mikey’s name gets dragged into it. Do I stop him… or cover for him?”
Ran doesn’t even realize he’s stopped breathing until Rindou nudges him.
Rindou’s uncomfortable, but trying to play it off. He knows his brother is right to worry, but he’s not about to jump into the middle of whatever that look in Sanzu’s eyes means.
“Man, this is above my pay grade. Why does he look like he’s enjoying this? I’m not getting dragged into a murder charge over some ex.”
But underneath that calm demeanor, there’s a pit in Rindou’s stomach. Because he’s seen that “I’m just gonna talk” smile before, and it never ends in talking.
Kakucho’s tense, his whole body screaming: move, intervene, don’t let him go alone. He knows that quiet rage. He’s seen it in Izana Kurokawa, but Sanzu’s version is something else.
“He’s not angry, he’s methodical. If I let him leave, someone dies. I can’t let another woman end up in a morgue because I hesitated.”
Kakucho’s already rehearsing how to tail him without getting caught.
Mochi’s the only one who mutters an audible “shit.” He’s seen enough gang wars to recognize when a man’s planning one inside his own head. “This isn’t my business, but it’s about to be everyone’s problem. He’s too calm. He’s always too calm before he snaps. Koko better hide that address.”
He’s gripping his glass of sake like he’s watching a bomb tick down.
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Later that night, Sanzu’s apartment was quiet, too quiet for the thoughts in his head. No music, no noise. Just the creak of floorboards and the low hum of the city below. His room was dimly lit, just the flick of a lighter and the soft rustle of old paper.
He sat alone now, lights low, smoke curling around his wrist as he opened the drawer he hadn’t touched in years.
Not the pill drawer, not the gun drawer, the one no one else knew about.
And there it was. Still hidden under a folded picture from an old Toman meetup, a receipt with a faded doodle, and a paper crane you once shoved into his hoodie as a joke.
A photo strip.
Edges worn, corners curled, but still intact. Four photos, 2005.
A mall purikara booth. Back when Sanzu was calmer, wearing the surgical mask, Tokyo Manji Gang’s fifth division’s vice captain under Yasuhiro Muto. Back when you were loud, tan, and bold. Your bleached hair was teased, with butterfly clips and sparkly barrettes.
You wore bright blue liner and glossy lips, had rhinestones under one eye, and glitter on your collarbones. You looked like trouble.
You were.
In the first photo, you were hugging him tight, cheek to his. He was side-eyeing you like you were insane, arms crossed. His mask covered the red cheeks and the expression he was trying not to make. You’re grinning with your tongue slightly out, throwing up a peace sign. Your nails were long and pink with gems.
In the second photo, you caught him off guard. His mask halfway pulled down, his eyes wide like, “What are you doing?” Your lips were pressed on his cheek, leaving a pink kiss mark. His hand was frozen mid-grab, like he was about to stop you, but you moved faster.
In the third photo, he’s glaring at you. Cheeks red as hell, embarrassed, but not mad. That pink lipstick stain was still stamped on his cheek like a brand. You’re laughing, head thrown back, teeth showing, your joy radiating off the photo. Your hand was on his thigh, too familiar, too casual. Like you knew you had him wrapped around your finger.
Sanzu stared at it for a long time. His fingers traced the edges, not shaking, not trembling. Just still.
He remembered that day. You dragged him to the mall with you, claiming you were bored and wanted to get out of the house.
He was annoyed, pissed, but flustered.
But he went. He always went where you went, like a moth in denial.
Now you were older, looking more modern than the 2000s gyaru aesthetic you used to wear.
Holding some other guy’s hand, smiling at that blonde douche bag.
Sanzu reached for a cigarette, paused, then slid the photo back in the drawer.
He didn’t look at it again, didn’t need to. He already knew what he had to do.
