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꒰ summary ꒱ when a misunderstanding leaves your family convinced you’re bringing a plus one to your cousin’s wedding in Japan, the last person you expect to volunteer for the role is your infuriatingly observant intern, Satoru. it’s supposed to be temporary. professional. strictly off the record. but with your mother already sold on the idea of your mystery boyfriend, and Satoru proving far too good at the role, pretending starts to feel a little too dangerous. also, why is your “intern” secretly the heir to gojo corporation?!
꒰ tags/warnings ꒱ fake dating ⚹︎ undercover ceo! satoru ⚹︎ accountant! reader ⚹︎ satoru is 29, reader is 26 ⚹︎ lots of family pressure. reader has a complicated relationship with her mom ⚹︎ forced proximity ⚹︎ one bed trope ⚹︎ slow burn ⚹︎ mutual pining ⚹︎ wedding chaos ⚹︎ angst and fluff ⚹︎ some suggestive content but no explicit smut ⚹︎
꒰ authors note ꒱ hi cuties! this is a commission piece, and it is about 12k total. this first part is just shy of 6k and the second part will be out next week. i hope you enjoy 🫶🏻 (art by @/hanamin_0123 on x)
"Oi. Boss lady."
“No.”
One problem at a time, and the spreadsheet in front of you wins by default. Because Column F is wrong. It’s been wrong for forty fucking minutes, and if it stays wrong for forty seconds longer, you may actually die here at your desk — hunched over, half-blind, and found by Shoko on a Monday morning with your face pressed into a pivot table like a cautionary tale.
"But… you don't even know what I was gonna—"
"—the answer is no, Satoru."
Unlike the human embodiment of a headache currently lingering on the other side of your desk, the spreadsheet in front of you is at least pretending to be important.
The chair beneath him creaks, and then comes the silence you know too well. It’s the one that comes right before he decides to be a problem on purpose. Attention is gasoline and Satoru is, structurally, a fire hazard. Still, your eyes flick up, and—
"No fair…” he huffs, that ridiculous pout tugging at his lips. “You didn't even let me finish the question."
Oh my god yes
please catboy kaiser x reader 🥹👀
Mk idek where this one was trying to go heh soz ;;;
◇ ╭(Push & Pull.)╮─── 2.1k.
Catboy!Michael Kaiser x GN Reader.
"Meow."
You turned your head in shock at the catboy in the corner of your room, his tail swishing back and forth against the ground. He obviously didn't trust you, not one bit, but for him to say something like that?
"Did you just say the word 'meow?'" You asked cautiously, scratching your head. It's probably the first thing he's said to you since... like, the first time you met him. It's usually hissing and warning growls.
His eyes narrowed and he turned away. He plopped down against the hard ground, refusing to give you any clarity on what happened or what he's thinking.
He moved in about a week ago. 8 days, precisely. Having found him in the run-down pet store, you couldn't ignore the way he clawed so desperately at his enclosure. Some may call you soft, but no hybrid should be stuck behind bars. To you, they're still humans. They've got extra assets, yes, but that doesn't take away from their humanity. If anything, shouldn't they be revered?
You rolled your eyes at the thought. Too late for something like that now, you think. You stretch out your arms and continue brewing the soup for today and tomorrow's dinner. Feeding another mouth was pricey, and you've had to thin out portions of your meals just to give him enough to eat. It seems no matter the portion size you leave out for him, he'll slurp it all down— not that you've ever seen him do it. For all you could know, he could be dumping it in the toilet, so you've been steadily increasing the amount each meal. Snacks were a try and a fail. Kaiser won't let you get anywhere close to him before swiping at your hand.
"Dinner's ready," you call out hesitantly. When you look over your shoulder, you see him still tucked in the corner not bothering to look, ears raised and in your general direction. He hears you, but never listens.
You sigh. Looks like I'll have dinner alone again.
— — —
It's been another week. He's still distant. It's a real problem right now.
You're trying to catch him. Chasing him around the house, stomping away carpets that make you slip and fall when taking a sharp corner.
He's had just about enough.
Again, he's tucked against the corner as your creeping fingers inch closer so hesitantly. His chest puffs up as he sucks in a breath, trying to press himself back against the wall best he can. Why can't you understand he doesn't want you to touch him anymore?!
"It's okay, Kaiser," you nearly whisper, "come on, please?"
He hisses deeply. Tail puffed and straight, his claws come up to try and scratch away your dodging hands.
"Get away from me!" He lets slip. His outstretched arm is keeping you at bay, but he doesn't think that he can hold out for much longer.
You try again, "Kaiser-" but he just presses his face into the surface next to him like it would let him phase through the wall to get away.
You've been so persistent. Not just now, but for the past week. Trying to get him to eat dinner with you, leaving annoying little toys at his side when he's sleeping, even having the gall to sit next to him! You have no sense of boundaries and it's clear you only picked him up as some sort of trophy. He's not just a pet.
I'm still like you. It's that part that he hates about himself.
You've retreated for now. Kaiser is left in the corner.
He clutches his forearm. It's still stinging.
His butt hits the floor with a heavy thud, arms crossed best he can as his tail thumps against his leg.
I don't need your help, he thinks, you're nothing to me.
— — —
It's been two days without catching him.
You're beginning to grow anxious. Head scratching and quick pacing around your living room does little to calm yourself down for what you're about to do next. It's not going to be pretty, you know, and you can't forgive yourself for what you're about to force on him, but it's the only way you'll be able to get close to him.
You suck in a gulp and stalk towards Kaiser, still in the corner, where his now noticeable labored breathing is still heavy.
You want to speak up and let him know what you're about to do, but you find that the words die in your throat. You're guilty without even doing anything yet.
Quietly, you reach a hand to him. He's so out of it he can hardly register your presence next to him.
You grasp his arm that's shielded by his body rougher than you intended, and he starts thrashing about when broken out of his sleep. You feel a slap to your face and faint throbbing where his claw caught your cheek, but you hold on anyway and start to climb over him in desperation. He's a lot stronger than you expected for someone who sits all day.
You're breathless as you wrestle and tackle his wound, gauze steeping the blood that oozed from his reopened cut.
"I'm sorry!" You yelp as a knee to your stomach knocks the words out. "I didn't mean to get so surprised!"
You'd cut him when he snuck up behind you on one late night. You were dicing fruit with the lights off like the sensitive-eyed idiot you were, and a shuffle plus a presence scared you out of your wits so bad you clutched the knife and whirled around, not realizing Kaiser was standing a lot closer than you thought.
He hisses at you, grabbing the collar of your shirt and yanks back to see your face fully. Your hands immediately reach up to get out of his hold, but his glare makes you freeze.
You swallow back your guilt as best as you can, wide eyed as you speak. "I know you don't like being touched," you start, rubbing the soft bandages in your fingers, "but you won't heal properly if I don't help—"
"I don't need your shitty help," he bites back.
You suck in a breath and keep going anyway.
"We were getting closer—"
"We were not."
"And I'm sorry I broke your trust by—"
"By stabbing me?"
"I grazed you..."
He scoffs and lets go, but not before pushing your shoulder away.
"Take a hint and leave me alone. I never asked to be here," he scoffs. He crosses his arms again with less difficulty than before, but you still don't feel like it's completely healed.
"I really am sorry, Kaiser." Your head whips around to look for a better resting spot than the floor. It's like he's boxed off this area as his property. "Do you want to at least move to the couch?" You offer, pointing to the living room.
His eyes slant towards you as he follows the direction of your finger. If you think you can trick him into doing your bidding, you're dead wrong.
Stabbing him once was bad enough. He's sure to not get too close if it happens again. And the couch? You make him sick with your warped little plan. You wanna get him on the couch so bad and sneak another attack, don't you? No way is he ever letting something like that repeat itself.
Never again, he promised himself. It was dangerous enough that you got so close in the first place.
— — —
It's been a month since the incident. Not even a big one, but it shattered whatever comfort Kaiser had yearned for in you. You wonder what he went through to make him so untrustworthy, but it's not like you can ask. He's still avoidant.
Every time you walk into a different room, you'll hear him shuffling around in the main area. When you come back, he'll either be in his corner or freeze completely, staring with wary eyes as he backs away.
You've tried beds, treats, toys, everything under the sun, but it never worked. He's not looking for comfort.
So you pull back.
The one thing is clear: he hasn't run away. Yet? You're not sure, but you're just grateful enough that he isn't the type to sneak out and get himself injured on the streets. Another thing is clear: he doesn't like you. There's no changing a first impression, and you wonder to the heavens what could've possibly went so wrong if not for the late-night incident, but you're not really in a position to change him. You understand that you can't change someone else, so the one thing you have to change is yourself.
You begin to simply leave out food without calling his name. The pestering of treats and new toys for him stops, and you hardly spare a glance when you pass by anymore. When you leave, you don't say, "I'm leaving, Kaiser!" When you come back you don't yell out, "I'm home!" It's just silent. The home's never felt so quiet with people inside.
Your only hope is that he softens a little bit, knowing that you won't push him anymore.
— — —
What the hell are you playing at?
For a week now, you've been ignoring him. First it was all "let's be friends" and now it's "I don't even care?" Were you really so sensitive that you're giving him silent treatment for not letting you touch his wound? Piss off!
Two can play at that game is what he thinks...
... for only three more days.
You're lying on the couch like you always do when the week thoroughly doused you in exhaustion. Slumped over the armrest where your phone starts to slip out of your limp fingers, your eyes methodically blink as you try and rub away drowsiness from your body. It's sharp and hits you in the back of the head, the late night movie becoming a regret rather than an indulgence as you finally rest your eyelids.
Kaiser is in his corner, but watching through the corner of his eye. You're so miserable when you slouch like that.
A few minutes pass, and he starts to move. Quiet padded footsteps make their way over to your sleeping figure. His shadow casts your face in darkness as the glow from the TV fades when the credits finish. The home is covered in silence, save for your shallow breathing and his thumping heartbeat.
You didn't say anything to him today either. Didn't even look. You just set his food out in the kitchen and ate your dinner on the couch. No coos of his name when you opened the front door. No attempts at a head pat. No sad look when he swipes at your hands.
Who do you think you are? Acting like he wasn't the most important thing you should be focused on. Do you actually want to keep him around or not? It's like you don't even care anymore!
He catches himself at the thought of wanting you to care. He shouldn't care that you don't care. He hates how used he's gotten to the way you would look at him with so much hope, as if there was something worth saving.
Kaiser looks down at you one more time. The steady rise and fall of your chest, and your mouth slightly ajar as you're off in catnip land, dreaming about all the ways Kaiser would warm up to you and you two would live as one happy family. He huffs when you twitch in your sleep as he drops to sit on the floor. His cheek hits the part of the cushion where you aren't sprawled over and he stares into your face.
Fine, he resolves, if you wanna be like that, I don't care.
Criss crossed and arms folded, he leans into the soft couch. His eyes become lidded as he watches you. The tip of his tail flicks up and down against the floor.
His arm is fully healed now. It didn't even leave a scar. Every time he looks at his arm, he's reminded of how you pushed him away. Then, he's reminded of the way you pounced on him, trying to fix your mistake. He thinks about the worry on your face when he shoved you back, about the soft tone you would use, and about the snacks you'd leave out— none of which are common anymore.
His eyebrows furrow. His eyes close completely, frustration gripping his heart while unpleasant thoughts swirl in his head.
He chooses to focus on listening to you breathe. If anything changed, he'd get up and leave, but nothing did. Your breathing stays consistent, posing as a lullaby as he carries himself to sleep. For some reason, the floor's more comfortable here than in the corner.
Yes catboy Kaiser yes...
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Angel | Guardian
A QUESTION THAT LINGERS — k . michael
‘did you like her in the morning?’
the question you’ve been wanting to ask your boyfriend, michael kaiser, had been sitting in your head for weeks now.
you never asked it out loud.
it followed you quietly instead, appearing in the middle of normal moments with your boyfriend. when you were waiting for him to come home, when you were curled up against his chest late at night.
michael kaiser was affectionate in a way that made you overthink for reasons you don’t even know why.
he touched you constantly, his hands on your waist, fingers in your hair during lazy mornings, your legs thrown over his lap while he’d caress it. kaiser made affection feel like it was the most natural thing in the world.
sometimes it made you feel loved. but sometimes it made you wonder if he acted this way with her too.
you hated that thought. you hated her a little too, even though you’d never admit it aloud.
she wasn’t even really gone.
they still saw each other constantly because of work. interviews, campaigns, football circles that always somehow overlapped. she’d appear in photos beside him online every few weeks, smiling easily while your boyfriend stood there with that same unreadable expression he wore around everybody.
people said they ended on good terms. you thought maybe that made everything worse.
there was never anything to point at. no cheating, lying, dramatic story that would justify the feeling in your chest. it was just your own thoughts slowly turning against you.
you remember one of those late night conversations you had with kaiser. you don’t remember the start of it but it eventually started talking about exes.
“i dated someone in high school..“ you muttered into the pillow. “he used to get jealous over literally everything”
michael hummed beside you. “you attract insecure people.”
“that’s rude.” you pause, “you think i have bad taste?”
“well.. anyone you dated before sucked.”
you rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it.
“what about yours?”
there was a pause after that. “which one.”
“..your last one.” you tried to sound casual asking it.
michael stayed laid back against the headboard, one arm around your waist.
“she was fine.”
that was all he said. you waited for more from him, but he never continued.
a few minutes later he started talking about a match instead, completely unaware that your brain stayed stuck there long after the conversation moved on.
she was fine? you don’t exactly know why that sentence bothered you so bad. you wondered what could that mean. you were able to share so much about your exes, why couldn’t he?
the perfume happened months later.
michael came home late after some sponsor event that happened a few cities away. you had already been half asleep on the couch when he walked in tired.
“liebe, why are you sleeping out here?”
“kaiser..” you rub your eyes, “was waiting for you.”
his expression looked softer after that. you still remembered it clearly. when he leaned down to kiss your forehead. the familiar scent of his cologne.
but underneath it, had something else. it was sweet, floral. familiar.
your stomach dropped before your mind even caught up. because you knew that perfume, you had smelled it before.
it was months ago, near the beginning of your relationship. you remembered standing in his bathroom one morning while getting ready. your toothbrush beside his, your skincare products on the sink.
near the corner of the counter, sat a perfume bottle that didn’t belong to you. you’d picked it up quietly. a pretty bottle, an expensive brand. it wasn’t yours.
michael walked in while you were holding it.
“whose is this?” you asked carefully.
he barely glanced over. “my ex’s.” then continued drying his hair like it was nothing.
you remembered standing there awkwardly, still holding the bottle. “why do you still have it?”
“forgot to throw it away.” you nodded, forcing yourself to understand.
the bottle disappeared a few days later. you noticed but never mentioned it.
but now, sitting beside michael on the couch months later while that same scent clung faintly to his clothes, the memory came back hard enough to make your chest ache.
he didn’t notice your silence. or maybe he did, but just thought you were tired.
“move liebe,” he muttered softly, sinking onto the couch beside you anyway. “i missed you.”
you shifted automatically, letting him pull you against his chest. normally, you would have loved this. being held by michael made everything in your head quieter.
that night, though, all you could think about was whether she smelled like this when he held her too.
michael rested his chin against the top of your head absentmindedly, already starting to doze off. you only stared at the at the cushion while your thoughts were spiraling.
somewhere between his arm around your waist and the perfume still lingering against his collar, the question popped up again.
‘did you like her in the morning?’
you never asked. some part of you thought knowing the answer would hurt less than imagining one, but another part wasn’t so sure.
YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE — i . bunny
when you’re dating bunny iglesias, your life becomes a little ridiculous sometimes.
but that’s mostly because neither of you were technically supposed to be doing it.
for bunny, secrecy came with his career. people online watched everything he did, fans could easily make up stories, and apparently being seen walking beside somebody for too long was enough to start rumors for weeks. he didn’t want to bring you to that life.
and for you, the issue was simpler. your family would actually lose their minds.
which was why you were currently climbing out your bedroom window at one in the morning while trying not to make any noise.
bunny stood underneath with his hood pulled up, hands on your waist helping you get down.
“cmon, a little faster now” he teases,
“try escaping your own house then.”
“i escaped the paparazzi, that counts.”
he laughed quietly under his breath right as your foot slipped slightly against the edge. bunny covered your mouth before you could panic. amusement already sitting in his expression.
“dramatic.” he muttered.
“shut up i don’t do this often!”
“shh, amor. quiet.”
still, he didn’t let go until both your feet safely touched the ground.
his car waited near the curb with the headlights off.
you followed him quickly, paranoid that there might be neighbors watching you at one am. the second you got inside, bunny reached over and pulled your seatbelt across for you.
“thank you.”
“mhm.”
you let out a heavy sigh of relief as you have succeeded, glancing sideways at him. “so. where are we going?”
“ohh. that’s right. i didn’t tell you huh.” he glances at you before starting the car. “—well, worry not amor. you’re still going to have the time of your life.”
you laugh softly, forgetting the consequences of your actions like usual when you’re with bunny. he kisses your cheek before starting to drive, playing music to keep his energy up.
the beach was empty when you arrived. just dark water, cold sand, and the sound of waves crashing somewhere ahead while the city lights flickered faintly behind you.
“i can’t believe you drove this far at two in the morning,” you said while kicking your shoes off.
bunny shrugged. “you said you missed the beach.”
“that was three weeks ago.”
“isn’t it more romantic that i remembered?”
you stare at him, a little flustered after what he said before looking away. bunny takes his shirt off, tossing it to the side as he slowly walks closer to the water. he stops when his feet starts to feel the waves, turning around to you, waiting. you walked closer, taking his hand. smiling to yourself while the cold sand pressed between your toes.
most of the night passed quietly.
you chased each other near the shoreline. bunny splashed water at you first, then acted offended when you retaliated harder. at some point he nearly dropped his phone into the ocean trying to take a blurry picture of you laughing.
“iglesias— delete that!”
“oh no fucking way.”
“i look ugly.”
“you literally don’t.”
you immediately grabbed for his phone while he laughed and held it out of reach.
“let me take another photo.”
“no way. bunny!”
somewhere between chasing each other near the water and bunny almost dropping his phone into the ocean, the two of you ended up sitting in the sand catching your breath.
bunny stares at the water, occasionally looking at you before returning his focus on the water.
“we haven’t swam yet.” he puts one hand at your back, rubbing your back.
“do you want to?” you look at him, giggling softly at the feeling of his hand.
“only if you’re swimming too.”
you slowly get up and stretch, preparing yourself to swim.
“you’re not taking your shirt off?” bunny questions,
you look back at him displeased, “pervert.”
“aye. not like that— we don’t have extra clothes.” he pauses, “i’m already shirtless, make it fair.” he smiles, walking backwards to the water while he still looked at you in the eye.
you groan, immediately taking your shirt off and tossing it far from the water. you run towards your boyfriend, jumping on top of him making you both fall.
the water was freezing. that was the first thing bunny complained about after you both were fully wet from the water.
“amor, my legs are numb.” he whines in fake annoyance,
“look who’s dramatic now.” he ignores you and pulls you closer towards him while you both went further into the ocean.
he stopped for about two seconds before staring at you intensely, hands settling at your waist to steady both of you against the tide.
the ocean stretched dark around you, the lights faint in the distance while the water moved softly against your legs.
for once, bunny went quiet.
you looked up at him properly then. damp hair falling into his eyes, his muscular build that was hard to ignore, the corner of his mouth curled slightly like he was trying not to smile too hard.
“wanna be embarrassing?” he murmured.
“..embarrassing how…?”
“couple making out in the beach kind of embarrassing.”
“iglesias, no—“
you were cut off when another wave crashed against both of you, making you unbalanced.
“just one kiss.” his hand stayed on your cheek.
you sigh, pretending you weren’t enjoying this. “just one.”
then he leaned down and kissed you before you could say anything else.
it was slow, warm despite the cold water around you. when he pulled back, he still stayed close.
“amor,” he said quietly, smiling a little now. “you sure you only want one?”
you huff in frustration as you harshly pull him back in. kissing so intensely you start to forget about everything around you. the water, the cold air, the time. he doesn’t let go either, he doesn’t plan to. but when you both finished taking your time, he pulls you down in the water, wetting your hair.
he pulls you closer with his grip on your arm, “was this worth sneaking out for?” he whispers to your ear.
“shut up and kiss me.”
eventually the cold forced both of you back toward the car.
bunny’s hoodie hung loosely over your shoulders, the sleeves covering half your hands while the wind pushed your hair across your face. to which he reached over automatically to fix it. his fingers brushed gently near your cheek. squeezing it before tucking the strands of your hair back properly.
your hair was damp from the ocean breeze, and bunny kept shaking sand out of his shoes with increasing irritation while you only watched from the passenger seat trying not to laugh.
“feel like this is your fault.”
“and how is that my fault exactly?”
“cause you wanted to go to the beach.”
you let out a face of disbelief, “excuse me— you drove us here.”
the inside of the car felt warmer now, fog slowly gathering against the windows while soft romantic music played low through the speakers. for a while, bunny just drove aimlessly along the coast. you watched the streetlights pass outside while resting your head against the window.
then his voice cut through the quiet.
“you ever get tired of this?”
“wow, serious all of the sudden.” you looked over, “tired of what?”
“..hiding.”
his hands stayed loose against the steering wheel, expression calmer than usual now.
“sometimes,” you admitted.
there was a small pause from bunny after that, “me too.”
bunny rarely sounded serious for long. usually he’d joke his way through uncomfortable conversations. but now he just looked thoughtful.
“i hate that you have to sneak around for me,” he said quietly.
your chest softened immediately. “it’s not your fault. i have my reasons too.”
“still.”
he tapped his fingers once against the steering wheel before continuing. “i think about normal stuff sometimes.”
“normal stuff?”
“yeah. like being able to pick you up properly.” he huffed a laugh under his breath. “front door, daylight. all that.”
you smiled a little. “my parents would kill you.”
“probably.”
“..but i’m glad you feel that way.” you stay quiet for a while before continuing, “i was worried that you were getting used to me climbing out the window.”
that made him laugh.
he reached over briefly, squeezing your hand once before focusing back on the road.
somewhere around five in the morning, both of you ended up parked near the quieter side of the beach again.
you weren’t even supposed to fall asleep.
bunny had reclined his seat slightly while talking about some teammate drama you barely understood, and you’d curled sideways against him listening sleepily while the heater warmed the car.
the next thing you knew, sunlight hit your face. you squinted awake immediately.
“…oh no.”
bunny stirred beside you with a groggy frown. “what time is it.”
you grabbed your phone, then immediately sat upright.
“oh my god.”
“what?”
“twenty missed calls.”
bunny blinked himself awake slower. “that’s not good.”
you looked at him in horror. “don’t state the obvious!”
“okay, don’t panic.”
“i’m dead.” you stutter, “like actually dead.”
bunny grabbed his own phone finally, wincing slightly. “we are. not just you, don’t worry.” he holds up his phone, showing you missed calls from his teammates.
“bunny.”
“i’m driving, relax.”
“holy shit we are both screwed.”
he tried not to smile, but he couldn’t help himself.
“this isn’t funny.”
“pretty sure this is a sign for us to go public”
“BUNNY.”
he laughed properly then, starting the car while you buried your face in your hands.
“do you want breakfast? coffee? there’s a drive-thru close by.” he mentions,
“iglesias we are both dead. funeral. six feet under.”
“were already in trouble.” he mutters, focused on the road.
you stare at him, a little annoyed he doesn’t seem worried. but then you see your favorite fast-food restaurant close by.
“okay let’s eat.”
“knew it.”
the drive back felt way too short. by the time he pulled up outside your house, your stomach already hurt from anxiety. every curtain in the house was open, which felt threatening somehow.
“i’m never sneaking out again,” you muttered.
“you said that last time.”
“let’s hope they don’t put bricks on my window.”
bunny leaned back against his seat watching you nervously gather your things.
then he smiled suddenly. big and completely unapologetic. “worth it though.”
before you could answer, the front door opened. both your parents stood there in complete silence.
watching.
directly at the car, directly at bunny. bunny’s smile only widens even more in amusement. you covered your eyes immediately. muttering quiet apologies while you refused to look at your parents in the eye.
another terrible silence passed.
then bunny leaned slightly toward you and whispered, “gameplan?”
you nearly laughed despite everything. “i’m going out. and you immediately drive.”
“yes ma’am.”
he hums as you get out of the car. you close the door and walk with your parents back inside while bunny starts driving away. already thinking about the excuses he has to make for his teammates.
you were definitely grounded. yet bunny still had the audacity to message you despite it all.
bunny : update me if you can sneak out again next week.
bunny : lmfaaoo jus kidding
bunny : also you didn’t kiss me goodbye
bunny : love you dont die
bunny : did they take your phone