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[kodzubaby]

HELLO MISSED YOUUUU! I'm glad you are finally back!

Can I request chishiya with a reader who day drama alot and space out time to time. It would be funny to see his reaction lol.

ꔫ ⸝⸝ summary: You have a habit of zoning out, especially at the worst times, and especially when chishiya is trying to tell you a story.

ꔫ ⸝⸝ pairing: chishiya x gn!reader

ꔫ ⸝⸝ genre: fluff

ꔫ ⸝⸝ warnings: none

ꔫ ⸝⸝ word count: 310

A/N: Hiii!!! I'm happy I'm back 2! :) This was a short, but very fun to write request. I hope this is okay!

"Are you even listening to me?" Chishiya asked as he crossed his arms, staring at your blank expression with your view being somewhere behind him.

His silence was what made you realize you had zoned out, moving your eyes to his. "Yeah, sorry." You nodded, trying to get him to continue his story with a soft smile.

"It's okay if you're not interested. I'd rather you tell me then pretend to." He raised a brow.

You shook your head, "No, I am interested. I just day dream a lot. I'm sorry." You tried to explain the best you could with the little words that could form in your mind.

"If you were interested you wouldn't constantly be in another world. It's not a big deal, you don't care." He shrugged, turning his eyes away from you to the side to stare down the large gap between him and the first floor.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his idiocy. That wasn't how it worked; at least in your mind. If something catches your attention in your mind rather than what was in front of you, you just couldn't help yourself.

"I do care, Chishiya. And I was interested." Your words were far from convincing when you spoke. You tried your hardest not to look away from him, afraid if you did you'd be in another world again.

"Start from where you left off." You suggested, tilting your head in an attempt to be more inside of his peripheral vision. "Please?" You pleaded in a soft whisper.

Chishiya finally turned his head back to you, his eyes anywhere but yours once he let out a huff of air; his giveaway.

"Fine." He sighed, bringing his eyes to yours.

You smiled at him once he continued his story of the last game, mostly complaints of how stupid players can be.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[kodzubaby]

𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑰𝒀𝑨 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

CHISHIYA SHUNTARO X READER (REQUEST)

SUMMARY: chishiya is not very fond of the fact that your habit of flirting with any living being isn't reserved to him and him only.

WARNINGS: fluff, use of y/n once, jealous chishiya, lots of flirting, mentions of drugging someone but it doesn't actually happen, beach arc.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

"next, y/n is going to enter the..." chishiya abruptly stopped himself in the words to take a moment and stare directly at your eyes. "are you even listening to anything we're saying?"

 

it was late at night, and kuina was fighting for her life to not pass out on the couch of the random, actually clean room you guys were too lucky to find at the beach hotel. chishiya had been spending a bit too much of his time planning and scheming a way of stealing all the cards gained by the members and successfully getting out of this place he dreaded so much.

 

too bad for him, and perhaps kuina, who just wanted to spend a good night of rest for once, was disinterested in his meticulous plans, it seemed. instead, your gaze was fixated on his eyes, but it had been like that for the past five minutes, and he couldn't help but grow skeptical of the way you would barely blink.

 

"your eyes must have distracted me, pretty boy." you couldn't help but let out an inaudible chuckle at the way he just lifted a hand to his temples and sighed, clearly not having the same fun you were.

 

"that one was your worst," kuina commented on the scene, rolling her eyes. at this point, she was already used to your romantic remarks that surged out of nowhere. "at least for today..."

 

"it sounds to me you're just jealous." you ended up winking her way. "would you like some attention as well, kuina?"

 

and that damned smirk stayed on your face for the whole interaction. that was probably it for kuina, consumed by fatigue and a burning headache, she got up, strolling her way to the door. "we aren't doing anything productive anyway."

 

"you're leaving me here with them?" chishiya asked with a nonchalant voice, clearly not caring whether you would get offended by this or not. he seemed just as tired as kuina, and your childish habits, as he would describe them, weren't of much help.

 

you couldn't help but feign surprise, your mouth opening agape but somehow still carrying a teasing smirk. you liked where this was going—and messing with people's heads.

 

"that's on you for arranging our meetings so late at night." and with that, kuina made herself out of the room, looking like she'd pass out in the next five minutes.

 

you would describe your relationship with these two people as a simple one, apart from the occasional flirting that you decided to randomly add on the most sudden occasions. if you admitted that people hadn't already thought you were cheating on one of them after flirting with a stranger during a game, you would be lying. it turns out you were just good with words, and making people flustered was your forte. what made you so attached to these was probably the fact they would only ignore your constant teasing, which led you to just stick around—surely they could benefit from your manipulation tactics. suddenly you had made up a goal in your mind to get some reaction out of them, especially chishiya, since the guy never seemed to be fazed by anything.

 

as your face turned back to chishiya, you straight up noticed he didn't look the happiest, instead getting up and grabbing whatever stuff he brought with him.

 

"where are you going so soon?" there was that demonic voice of yours once again. "also, what did you mean by leaving you alone with me?"

 

you weren't sure why you kept the innocent talk, knowing both of you knew that wasn't your actual intention. you knew chishiya tried his best to ignore your remarks all the time, but he was growing tired of them. and it seemed the tiredness finally got to him, as if his patience wasn't already running thin.

 

"that's none of your business." he sourly replied, his back turned to you as he didn't dare to move away. "tatta's probably still awake; you can go and bother him instead of us."

 

"why are you so mean?" you whined out, relishing the comfort of the couch you were still sitting on. "you would even flirt back when we first met; now you're just grumpy all the time."

 

"after finding out you do it with everyone, it stopped being fun." you could swear that if he had mumbled a tiny bit lower, you wouldn't have heard what he said. perhaps that was his intention, but you had to thank your captive ears.

 

a smile only didn't creep up on your face immediately because you needed a moment to actually understand what he said. but as soon as it did, he knew it was over for him.

 

"chishiya," you jumped from the couch, walking towards him, suddenly forgetting it was way past midnight as you two were having this conversation. "you're jealous!"

 

even though he wasn't physically turned your way, it was easy to see that he let out the longest sigh just by the movement of his shoulders.

 

"go to sleep." he was quick to try and get you to lay down, which obviously didn't work as you weren't able to contain your giggles and chuckles upon finding out about this underground information.

 

he quickly wondered if you had woken up any of the other residents of the beach rooms with all your noises, but was quickly brought away from his thinking line as you abruptly wrapped your arms around his waist and tried to peek at his face through the crook of his neck.

 

"get off me," he commanded with a more certain voice. you were glad he was too consumed by exhaustion to just push you away, giggling in his ear as if you had just found out the most crucial secret of this damned world.

 

"no way." he could feel your warm breath on his cheeks, and against his own will, chishiya felt his heart race. "you could have just told me; I'd have reserved my flirting for you and you only!"

 

chishiya, at a certain point, didn't know if he was supposed to feel flustered, awkward, or tired all at the same time. somehow, he managed to tear you away to get some sleep, as in, away from you. what he was certain of was that you were never seen again flirting with anyone other than the man himself. even kuina felt skeptical of it and how things changed so much after a simple night.

 

"how come they stopped trying to faze me?" kuina interrogated Chishiya on another day, standing next to chishiya while playing with her dummy cigarette. "not that i miss it, but after last week, they've been weirdly... sane?"

 

at that, chishiya let out a small chuckle as they both stared endlessly at your back. "i gave them some drugs."

 

"huh?!"

A/N: aaaah i finally posted something new... i took a little bit of my time to write this bc i didn't want to leave my requests full.... i still have some to get to so i hope u guys are patient ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ also i changed themes bc i can never stick to something for too long, hope u guys liked it !!!

[kodzubaby]

hi! :D i hope u're doing well !! i was wondering if i could request chishiya x gn reader? where after the borderlands, chishiya faintly remembers the events while reader does not, so reader doesn't know who chishiya is but chishiya knows who they are. they're both admitted in the same hospital after the meteor, and chishiya has to fall in love with reader all over again, "coincidentally" meeting through a hallway and introducing himslef and slowly building a relationship and just AGHGJJAHAH this runs thru my mind a lot !!! ty for even reading this anyway hope u have a great day love u 😘😘😘 and also make sure to stay hydrated, healthy and happy :))

ꔫ ⸝⸝ summary: chishiya helping reader who is struggling with a snack, and at the same time remembering exactly how the two of them met.

ꔫ ⸝⸝ pairing: chishiya x gn!reader

ꔫ ⸝⸝ genre: fluff

ꔫ ⸝⸝ warnings: mentions of hospital medication , lmk if anything else !

ꔫ ⸝⸝ word count: 1k

A/N: I love this idea sm bc i also think of this a lot LOL. just the idea of chishiya's cookie moto when reader can't find a snack is just special to me -- also I apologize to literally everyone who has sent me a request I TRY I SWEAR IT'S NOT ON PURPOSE

Your hand pounded on the clear glass that separated you and the snacks inside the vending machine. It had completely eaten your money just for the simple snack you've been craving all day not to fall to the bottom.

It obviously hasn't been a good day for you, but this was just the cherry on top.

Waking up in a hospital with hundreds of bruises and one big gash across your torso wasn't exactly your definition of a good time. You don't even remember how it happened.

In fact, you barely even remember what you did that day. You were walking to the mall? Maybe? It was clearly all a blur.

When he approached you, you almost thought you were hallucinating from all the medication the hospital decided to give you for the pain.

He was almost glowing in the hospital light, like he belonged there like some type of ghost whose soul is trapped inside the building.

"Those cookies aren't very good anyways." Were the words his naturally curved mouth spoke.

Something was off about him, you couldn't tell what it was though. Maybe it was his body language; how his eyes couldn't leave your face and studied your every move. Or maybe the way he spoke; so nonchalant but hard to tell where his social skills lied.

"I've been craving them since I woke up. But, obviously now--It doesn't really matter." You were already irritated, it was clear in your voice when you spoke. You weren't exactly in the mood to make friends.

His eyes looked down, which made yours follow along to the yellow bag that rested in his hand. He reached out to you, letting you see the cookies that sat inside.

"You can have one, if you want." He offered, his eyes watching your face once more.

You couldn't exactly read him, and it was clear that it was his persona. A man who wants to be known as an unsolved mystery. A closed box that couldn't be opened by anyone.

But in this Cheshire man's mind, he felt conflicted; confused. He swore he knew you from somewhere, but he wouldn't dare ask. He'd rather find out from his own mind. He always had a thing for puzzles, but this one felt more complicated than anything he's ever experienced.

You sighed, but with a shrug you dipped your hand into the bag to grab a single cookie. You brought it to your mouth with a crunch and your rating of the snack was written all over your face, and at the same time it almost felt familiar.

He had a good eye, or you guess taste for good snacks. You were almost surprised you've never tried it before, you've always seen it in other places.

"It's good, isn't it?" He raised a brow, a small grin showing on his face.

"Mhm, can I have another one?" You responded mid chew.

He couldn't hold back the soft chuckle as he handed the bag to you, watching as you dove straight in with no questions asked.

"I'm Chishiya, by the way." Chishiya finally introduced himself with his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Y/n." You replied, mouth full of cookies.

He nodded at the sound of your name. It tried to click in his mind, and when it did--it felt like he had just been given some stranger's memories.

He knew now, the borderlands and the person he was stuck with--merely because they were almost smarter than he was. For a second he was confused, concerned and almost convinced he was remembering an old dream.

It wouldn't be the first time he mistook a dream for reality, but he knew this time was different. In dreams there were no names or faces, but your face, the person standing in front of him wasn't just a dream. And nor were the memories he continued to remember.

"Do you... know me?" He asked, his tone unsure as if he was asking a foreign question.

You looked at him with a confused stare, looking him up and down and then studying his face--but none of it clicked.

"No, I don't think so." You shook your head, handing him the bag just for there to only be one left inside.

You gave an apologetic smile when he took it back, but somehow he didn't mind. Mostly because he had bigger things to think about.

Like how the person he told he loved doesn't remember him. It was almost funny when he thought about it that way, but it was honestly sad.

But when he thought about it another way, like how he may have a second chance with you. It felt different, like the god whom he never really believed in decided to grant him the good karma he wasn't so sure he deserved.

He couldn't care less though, the only thing he wanted from his experience in the borderlands was a second chance; and now he has it.

"Shouldn't you be resting? Your injuries seem worse than others." Chishiya tried to keep the conversation, although it almost sounded like he was trying to end it.

You shook your head, "Mm-mm. Doctor said to walk around, to stretch my legs." You explained, crossing your arms to shield yourself from the cold breeze of the hospital.

"Want to take a walk then? We can go outside, I know you aren't exactly fond of hospitals." He suggested, crushing the bag in his hand to stuff inside his pocket.

You stopped for a second, furrowing your brows and opening your mouth. "Uh--sure. But, how did you know that?" Your mouth shaped into a smile because it genuinely freaked you out a bit. He made it sound as if he knew you forever.

"Lucky guess." His response was quick as he turned and began walking. You hesitated at first, but soon followed after him as he passed a girl who pushed an older woman in a wheelchair and an older man following a bit behind them.

Maybe now was a good time to admit you felt like you had seen him before as well. But you couldn't think of where, so you convinced yourself you were crazy.

But what wasn't crazy, was thinking you had a chance with this Cheshire man. He made you comfortable in a way you couldn't understand, and weren't exactly sure if you wanted to.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[kodzubaby]

light- kenma smau

synopsis: in which kenma’s liked yn for a while, but he was too shy to speak to her. luckily for him, fate’s brought them together in a science project.

a/n: this is my first smau so dont mind if its kinda shit 😭

✐ᝰ- written parts

status: ongoing !!

introductions: coolest gang || kodzuken and friends

parts:

1- keny/n nation ✐ᝰ

2- who asked, kuroo

3- coffee ✐ᝰ

4- stream with yn !

5- after stream

6- labels

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Not a lot just forever-

her hands are coated in paint showing their memories over years

status: ongoing

tags: kenma x f! reader, friends to lovers, Reader is an art streamer and idk what else

warnings: language, anime spoilers probably at certain points for one piece thrown in, mommy issues because self-projecting is me, grammar mistakes probs, everyone might be a bit ooc or around it idk, will change with time so do check each chapter for warnings, mentions and talks of unhealthy relationships for reader

taglist: open comment or send a ask to be added

each part is gonna be named after a song probs

playlist here

Meet the best roommates and the Power Rangers

Chapters

Out of touch

Euphoria

Drivers seat

i don't smoke

filler episodes!

Bigfooted monster?

[kodzubaby]

'•.¸♡BUY ME THE MOON࿐ྂ "the sky's the limit? who decided that? I want the fuckin' moon"

SANO MANJIRO x f!READER

summary: in which the president’s secret daughter catches the attention of some not-so-nice people. they're hot as hell but too bad Sano Manjiro is your step sister's fiancé...

pairing(s): bonten!mikey x f!reader, (slight)bonten x f!reader

warnings: DARK CONTENT 18+, infantilization, inaccurate depiction of politics and political climate, child abuse/neglect, infidelity, cheating, violence, corruption, bribery, blackmail, extortion, exploitation, fraud, torture, gang violence, drug trafficking, drug use and misuse, human trafficking, prostitution, gun violence, misogyny, objectification, emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationships, isolation, abduction, murder, blood and gore, torture, sexual themes, smut, noncon/dubcon, dom/sub undertones, soft dom!manjiro, power imbalance, multiple kinks, bondage, car sex, virginity loss, wax play, age gap, pretty privilege, self-esteem issues, MORE TO BE ADDED

updates every friday

moodboard

ONE — house of glass

chapter summary: a 'sheltered girl' living a somewhat secluded life, hidden away from the public eye as the secret daughter of Japan's president, celebrates her 20th birthday alone. Meanwhile, Sano Manjiro, the man with the country under his boot, helps the president win the election and gets engaged to his oldest daughter.

cw:

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TWO — ribbons in my hair

chapter summary: your world collides with Manjiro's in the shadows of your father's mansion in the woods, where 'innocence' meets cruelty in a dangerous dance

cw:

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THREE — skeletons in the closet

chapter summary: like your father, manjiro becomes increasingly obsessed with keeping you hidden and begins tightening the already overwhelming security

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FOUR — play pretend

chapter summary: You begins to unravel the truth behind your father's election victory, uncovering the extent of Manjiro's influence over not just the underworld, but the country itself. Kakucho does damage control.

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FIVE — will a pretty face make it better?

chapter summary: after hours of persuasion, you attend a lavish masquerade ball with Manjiro and the rest of Bonten as your escorts. Kaya sees an opportunity to force your facade to crack.

cw:

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SIX — cleopatra

chapter summary: Alone with Manjiro, you grapple with conflicting emotions as you realize the depth of your feelings for him.

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SEVEN — weed, sanrio stickers, pills, and glitter

chapter summary: after finally getting some space to breathe, Sanzu and Rindo show you new ways to have fun.

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EIGHT — the one thing i want

chapter summary: As Kaya's infidelity is revealed to the world while you’re at a university party, she refuses to go down alone and takes you with her. As expected, Manjiro isn't happy with you.

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NINE — just a playdate to you

chapter summary: you confront the harsh reality of your fractured relationships as the fallout from Kaya's betrayal reverberates throughout your world.

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TEN — your father’s plans to rule the world

chapter summary: Manjiro's grip on you tightens for the final time as he struggles to maintain control in the face of mounting challenges and betrayals. You and your father have a long-awaited conversation.

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notes: I DO NOT condone any of these behaviours or any crimes committed in this fic. This is purely for my own entertainment. Please read all the warnings before each chapter. All political terminology is inaccurate and inconsistent as I don't know much about politics. However, this is a fanfiction so I will write the way that fits the plot the best. There will barely be any talk of politics in the first place so...

Infantilization is the main theme here so PLEASE read the warnings. This fic is literally just a huge trauma dump of things I've gone through and think I also unfortunately do so be warned. There will also be a lot of introspection about pretty privilege through my pov and if you disagree with any of it, I literally do not want to hear it.

Takes place during the Bonten Future Timeline. It will include many canon aspects from the Tokyo Revengers manga/anime. Except, Mikey does not leave that tape behind for Takemichi to see(basically it doesn't exist).

inspired by the songs the fruits by paris paloma, mrs. potato head & soap by melanie martinez, lacy by olivia rodrigo and love dive by ive

slightly inspired by the manga/anime my happy marriage

to my readers with daddy issues, dw I will be healing you with this <3

comment to be added to taglist(must be 18+)

Enjoy! Asks, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. It gives me the motivation to continue writing.

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Chishiya x Fem Y/N Smut Visuals Pt.2

thank u sm for the likes on part 1 i didn't expect this much like wow 🙊. i will be making a masterlist soon. hope u like pt 2 ♡

(you may need to have a twitter acc to watch it)

contains: slight spanking, costume lingerie, worship, p*ssy eating, and fingering.

you're chishiya's favorite kitty

he wouldn't show his soft side but his kisses show that he loves every inch of your body

he will claim what's his if he sees other men touching you

how you greet him when he returns home from work

Part 3 is HERE💫

return to the masterlist

border template and mdni border by @cafekitsune 🤍

[kodzubaby]

𝐬𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

synopsis: kenma is a well known for his youtube channel and twitch streams for playing games and getting indie games out there. you are a huge fan so it’s normal for you to talk to other fan accounts about how cute kenma is right? it’s not like he is ever undercover or anything

status: COMPLETED

warnings: swearing, suggestive, some angst and some fluff

pairings: !time skip youtuber! kenma kozume x fem! reader, bokuaka, kagehina

i would love to thank @yamagucciii for my great banner !!

taglist: closed

a/n: i honestly mixed up a bunch of stories i have read to one cohesive smau but i love it fjdksl

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kenma’s group

y/n’s group 

part one: farquad could never

part two: get a room

part three: i hate it here

part four: men are hounds

part five: time is a social construct

part six: don’t encourage him

part seven: first contact (written)

part eight: he’s baby

part nine: why would i hurt her?

part ten: you wouldn’t lie

part eleven: body bag

part twelve: i won’t hurt you

part thirteen: you make up a lot of things

part fourteen: never existed

part fifteen: i miss zume- kenma- whatever..

part sixteen: never regret meeting you

part seventeen: just did a bad thing

part eighteen: real smooth romeo

part nineteen: dibs on third wheel (the end)

[kodzubaby]

can anyone help me find this kenma smau with the recent chapter y/n and kenma were with their friends (bokuto, kuroo, yachi, nishinoya, hinata, and some others) and they went strawberry picking. y/n is also a streamer ♡

thank you so much to those who'll help ♡

#kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma smau #hq kenma #kozume kenma #kenma x reader smut #kenma

[kodzubaby]

DEER IN HEADLIGHTS

Pairings: Bonten x Reader

Warnings: Reverse harem, canon divergent, Crackfic, sitcome, foul language, blood, violence, smut in certain short stories, fluff, angst, jealousy, shitty behavior kinda toxic (pls they are criminals), issues, grammar mistakes, no beta. INCOMPLETE AF.

Contains more than 80 links

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MASTERLIST

Sano Manjirou! //Mikey

Ryuuguji Ken! //Draken

Matsuno Chifuyu!

Baji Keisuke!

Mitsuya Takashi!

Kawata Nahoya! //Smiley

Kawata Souya! // Angry

Haitani Ran!

Haitani Rindou!

Hajime Kokonoi! //koko

Seishu Inui!

Sano Shinichiro!

Kurokawa Izana!

Hitto Kakucho!

Hanma Shuji!

Hanemiya Kazutora!

Sanzu Haruchiyo!

As a whole :

Nanami! Reader

Athy's 2021 Christmas special!

[kodzubaby]

Going Home: Chapter 4

Yandere Platonic Toman + Time Leaper Darling

Masterlist

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Going Home: Chapter 1 | 2 | 3

I kept my promise!! Editing tmr, I'm dead on my feet rn

The neighborhood that Takemichi and Naoto found themselves in was a far cry from the dazzling city lights of Shibuya City that Draken once called home: a suburb outside of the bustling city, where houses and apartments alike that lined the streets as far as the eye can see with the occasional shop breaking the facade. Yet even with the shop entrance nestled off on a side alley, the roads still noticeably buzzed with life as the time drew closer to noon, the hustle and bustle of non-stop traffic and office workers swarming through town that Takemichi remembered had instead been replaced smaller, livelier groups of students filing past with nay a glance at the duo, too caught up in their chatter and gossip of the day.

It was jarring, the former Toman member had to admit, watching the rest of the world go by uncaringly at its own relaxed pace when compared against the urgency of the sticky situation he was in the midst of. Whatever time he spent in the present was time that he couldn’t spend twelve years in the past fixing the future after all. Blue eyes nervously glanced around at every passing soul, before they turned to meet gray ones for the umpteenth time. “Are you sure this is the right place?” The former delinquent asked again, anxiously wringing his hands. He couldn’t help himself, even if Naoto’s sympathetic look had long given way to an annoyed frown. “Maybe we should ring again?”

"No, just give it a minute."

Something felt wrong, yet this ordinary bike shop was precisely where the detective’s digging had pointed him too, the name on the business license unmistakable. So why did it feel so strange? So out-of-place? Takemichi glanced at the shop sign again, the unlit signboard ominously looming over the small alley. 

The questions quickly faded as footsteps started to thunder down what must have been a flight of steps after the doorbell announced their presence outside the nondescript motorcycle shop, the sound of annoyed mumbling growing louder as the footsteps approached. Takemichi held his breath. The door rattled for a brief moment before it was yanked open.

"What?"

The single word was growled out before the figure behind the door was fully visible, and Takemichi’s soul nearly left his body as he came face to face with a clearly pissed off Draken. The former Vice Captain of Toman had only grown taller and more intimidating with every passed year, and now twelve years in the future, he made for one formidable figure, blond hair now back to its natural black. A minute of silence as Draken looked between the two, before recognition sparked behind those abyss eyes. “Takemichi?” 

“It’s me,” was all said man managed to squeak back.

Letting out a sigh, the bike mechanic dressed in overalls visibly relaxed, the hand clutching a wrench dropping to hang loosely by his side. “It’s been years.”

"It has been," Takemichi nervously laughed, before waving over to a very calm Naoto. “This is Naoto, a friend of mine.”

"So what do the two of you want?"

Straight to the point huh. The time leaper took a gulp of air, steeling his nerves. “W-well, um, Draken-kun, we actually wanted to ask about the… seventh founding member of Toman.” They wanted to ask about you was, what Takemichi wanted to say, but all those instances of being drilled again and again by Chifuyu to avoid saying your name at all costs twelve years ago stopped his heavy tongue from spitting it out.

Another pause as the larger man stared him down, and this time, the stillness was palpable. Takemichi could feel the sweat rolling down the side of his head, waiting for a reaction. His gut only churned more. This was not good,

Quicker than he could see, the next thing the time traveller could process was him being lifted cleanly off the ground by the front of his shirt, his face suddenly leveled with a furious Draken’s. “What?” The Toman founder hissed, the vein on his forehead throbbing. “Wanna repeat that?”

Fuck.

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Slamming the door shut behind him, the once-Toman Vice President cursed under his breath as he stormed out from the back room. How fucking dare he. How dare Takemichi come asking for information on you. He had been inches from turning that turd face into a smear on the ground for soiling the memory of you with his thoughts.

Yet for all the anger smeared across his face in plain sight for customers and passers-by alike to see, it was an uncomfortable turmoil that brewed in the base of his gut, one that Draken knew came from a lack of closure. Of course he had been keeping his ear to the ground all these years - how could he not, when you meant and still mean the world to him - but the last thing he expected to happen today would be to be reminded of you and your sudden disappearance twelve years ago and the quick downfall of everything else that followed. You had always been the center of the Tokyo Manji Gang, after all. 

In a vain attempt to distract himself from the sudden flurry of memories and thoughts, the former delinquent picked up a socket wrench and pulled out a stool. There was nothing more he could do at the moment, Draken tried to convince himself, busying his hands with loosening the bolts of a motorcycle engine; all Takemichi and his detective friend had brought were more questions instead of answers, but he was certain that he would have heard of any news regarding you.

A buzz as the bell to the backroom door went off once more, and every last shred of concentration the man with the dragon tattoo had left instantly went down the gutter. His mind leapt straight back to Takemichi as the vulgarities and curses started to flow once more. If it was that bastard again with his questions, he swears- “What?!” He barked out as the door flew open once more with a bang, not sparing a second glance as to who it was.

But it wasn’t the two black mobs of hair he had expected to see standing outside, instead being greeted by an awfully familiar swish of a ponytail that Draken hadn’t seen in years, the green of an apron with the logo of a pet shop striking against the backdrop of a dull, gray alley. Those distinct yellow eyes of Baji, once sharp and methodical, were instead completely blown wide with panic, the other shoving the screen of a smartphone straight at him. “It’s- it’s-” The words died away before they could leave his tongue; the former Toman’s First Division Captain clearly too shocked by something to say a hello or even notice Draken’s foul mood. And the temperamental pet shop delinquent would have never let that kind of tone drop without a fight.

The motorcycle engineer simply snatched up the phone to take a better look himself. “What am I looking at?” A pause, a sudden silence as Draken continued to squint at the screen while Baji collected his thoughts and emotions.

“It’s her.”

Draken almost dropped the phone as soon as the other blurted out those two laden words. “What?” The man muttered, his voice lost to disbelief. He knew, of course, who Baji was referring to. “That’s not possible.” It simply wasn’t. He would have known if you had been seen.

“Look.” Snatching back his phone, Baji clicked into one of his conversations, before turning the screen back around. “A message from her number. Yesterday night. I only saw it when I woke up.”

Draken’s mind instantly jumped to his earlier visit, and Takemichi’s probing questions about you. Was this related? Did he know something that Draken did not? Logic told the tattooed man otherwise - as much as he would have liked for you to have appeared out of thin air, there must be a different explanation. “Could it have been Mikey?” It must be, since they both knew that Bonten had continued to maintain your number all these years, Mikey having never really gotten over your sudden disappearance.

“So you don’t know about this either, huh?” The once First Division Captain shook his head, frowning as he concentrated. “Why would he send something like this?” 

And that was true: the way the message started with a very hesitant “to whoever this number now belongs to” and directly addressed to a “hopefully Baji-kun”, there was no doubt that it must be you. What was the chance someone else with the same name as you would also know that this was Baji’s personal number? But how?

Any conversation left between the two died away, the two men left to ponder. The world, of course, simply kept turning, passersby eagerly making their way to unknown destinations, strolling past the small alley without a second glance at the duo, while the occasional vehicle rattled and raced down wide, empty roads.

Letting out a sigh, Draken stepped aside, waving at his once close-friend into the dimly-lit backroom. “I think you best come in. I’ll close up shop for the day.”

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Twelve years in the past, despite your best efforts, you once again found yourself in the thick of things.

You sighed. “This is a bit of an overkill, don’t you think boys?” The rattling of chains seemed to agree with you, the metal links rubbing and clanking against each other as they followed the cuffed hand you raised to shake amusedly at the Toman founders huddled around you. Back twelve years in the past and once more separate from Takemichi’s time leaping woes, things were hardly going any better for you. “I’m really not going anywhere, I promise.”

To no one’s surprise, the boys disagreed, and they were far from afraid to make that known despite your assurances; you could tell from the tightening clutches and tugging on your shirt, and that was if you could ignore the immediate protests and whining and whimpering that broke out. But you couldn’t really blame them, you suppose, musing to yourself as you rested your chin atop a shifty Mikey’s head, unchained hand moving to gently hold Draken’s much larger one as Kazutora tried his best to snuggle his way into the crook of your neck and probably under your skin as well. After all, it had been just a single night since you had made your sudden reappearance in the small alley a stone’s throw away from your school in a gust of wind, and three nights since you first disappeared. You were sure this was the first and longest time your boys had been apart from you ever since they entered your life.

“You did disappear though,” Mitsuya’s voice cut above the others, those dark, heavy eyebags that clung to the bottom of his and everyone else’s eyes telling you everything you needed to know. “And we still haven’t figured out what caused you to… vanish.”

“To time travel,” you corrected gently. It was easy to tell that the delinquents around you were still uncertain about how you managed to slip their grasp without their knowledge, let alone accept the idea of you having somehow leapt into the future, somewhere that they were unable to follow you to. They had always been protective of you, perhaps because of the difference between their strength and yours.

Allowing your gaze to take a wander away from the mobs of hair of various colors gathered around you, your bedroom was exactly how you remembered it had been even twelve years in the future, your belongings having been left in the exact same spot all those years. Well, aside from the unmade bed where you had fallen asleep amidst the pile of delinquents the previous night, that is. Your present blankets were left still tossed aside into a messy pile, and you couldn’t help but wonder how your Toman friends knew how to fold them back the same way you always had. Did they also take turns keeping your home clean all those years? You wondered if they had managed to share such a difficult task that would have carried so many possibly painful memories. Which inevitably led your line of thought straight back to the various questions that had been plaguing your mind: where was the future you? What happened to Mikey that left him in such a state? And where were the rest of your Toman friends?

Yet all you had were more and more questions. Shaking yourself out of your ponderings, you focused your gaze back onto the lively group of delinquents. “I don’t know what’s going on either, but it’s probably linked to the onomori you boys gave me for safekeeping.” The same purple-and-gold charm from the very founding of the gang, the same onomori that had been stabbed during that life-threatening attack on Ken-chin you tried in vain to stop, the same one that Sanzu had accidentally discovered could summon you back from the future: it now hung from a metal chain under said Vice Captain’s shirt, pressed tight against his sternum where it could get constant skin contact, and more importantly, safe from the grabby fingers of Mikey and Kazutora.

The blond-haired delinquent with the intimidating dragon tattoo only instinctively reached for the onomori once more, as if to assure himself it was still there, the collar of his shirt crumpling as he closed his fist around the bloodstained, amateurishly-patched charm. Now that they had it, you mused, there shouldn’t be any more issues.

Baji, who had earlier been shoved aside by a bawling Kazutora, grumpily poked your side, and you jumped a little in response. “So what happens in the future?” The black-haired boy asked, as you beckoned him closer, patting an empty spot to your right where he could lean up against your shoulder.

Ah, you had hoped that their line of thought wouldn’t have gone there. Because how were you supposed to respond? You hesitated, the white-haired bony, tired figure of the future Mikey roaring straight back to the front of your mind with that question. Should you be telling them about the future? Sure that would be the easiest way to ensure that that particular timeline never happened, given you were sure this would be the first time your boys will have ever heard of this predicament you found yourself in, but what if you accidentally changed the future for the worse? What if you did something irreversible that only made a bigger mess?

Maybe it would be better if you kept things to yourself first - you could always tell them the full truth later on if you needed to. Keeping that in mind, you were quick to school your face back to a neutral expression, though the brief flash of internal panic across your face at that question was enough to raise suspicion. Kazutora instantly leapt to his feet, tears that had already been dried starting to well once more at the corner of reddened eyes, lips starting to quaver once more as he jabbed a finger in your direction. “Y-you left us,” his word ladened with accusation, those sandy brown eyes clouding over as the waterworks flowed. “You did, didn’t you? You m-married someone else in the future.”

And he sounded so convinced by his own words too, you amusedly noted, as if it had already happened because he said so. “I did not,” you stated simply, reaching over to affectionately pat his knee. “I told you, you boys will always be my priority.” You weren’t sure how the delinquent with the duo-colored hair came to that particular conclusion, though you supposed it was simply just jealous. 

Draken raised an imposing eyebrow. “And you don’t want to tell us what happens because?”

“Because I’m afraid it changes the future for the worse.”

“What can you tell us?”

You hummed, your eyes glancing momentarily towards the ceiling as you thought before returning to meet Draken’s gaze. “My room was still exactly the same in the future.”

“Really?” Pah looked intrigued at the idea.

“Yup! Whoever did it did a good job too, my blankets were even folded back neatly.”

Outside, your neighbor was quiet as it always was right at noon, with students yet to be released from their classes and workers still congregated under the big city lights. It was strange, looking over roads and houses that you knew would stand the test of time, leaving you to wonder if the neighbors you were well-acquainted with still occupied their homes in the future you came from. Letting out a sigh as you leaned back onto your bedroom wall, you stretched out lazily as best as you could. “Say,” you ventured. “Did you happen to meet future me?”

Kazutora sniffled, just as Mikey lifted his head to stare blankly at you, as if your question had been asked in Martian. “W-what?” “What?”

”Nothing,” you hastily concluded. Seems like the ‘future you’ was somehow missing, and you noted that down mentally in case you needed that.

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Thankfully the subject of your apparently strange question was dropped before you had to elaborate any further on your awkward question, with dirty looks immediately being exchanged between the two still clung to you, though the black-and-yellow haired boy’s ire was quickly stolen 

You hadn’t missed Mitsuya’s unwillingness to mingle with the rest for the entire length of the time the six boys had been gathered, the lilac-haired boy keeping a careful distance from Kazutora in particular, nor did you miss Kazutora’s and Mikey’s seeming aversion to each other’s presence as well, the ugly stink eyes they shot at each other over your shoulders while attempting to jab at each other when they thought you weren’t looking hard to pass over. It was clear that your disappearance had sparked a fight between the Toman founders, and though the exact details were still lost on you, it wouldn’t do to leave this crack to split any further as far as you could help it. Huffing at Kazutora’s more insistent grip around your waist, an indulgent smile pulled at the corner of your lips as you beckoned at Mitsuya to join the huddle, before your hand moved to gently stroke a pouting Mikey’s back. “Have you boys been fighting again?”

“No.” “No.” The immediate denials, combined with their gazes instantly dropping from yours, were suspicious to say the least. You imagined that they had, in fact, been fighting while you were lost to the flow of time. You wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest.

Tutting, you dished out forehead kisses to the beefing delinquents, feeling them melt away against you. “If I cook some tempura for everyone for lunch, would you be willing to make up?”

You didn’t need to wait long to get your answer.

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Days started to pass, the hours slipping through your fingers like water. Every minute brought you further and further from your little trip to the future, your disappearance from this present. Your boys had yet to let up with their obsessive observations of you as you expected. It had, after all, just been four days since your return. You simply took it in stride, having no qualms about them wanting to tail you anywhere and everywhere, clinging to a limb or to your back as you went about your day; it definitely beat being confined to just your bedroom and cuffed to your bedpost. With enough reassurances about how you really wouldn’t leave them, and that no, you couldn’t control your time traveling, you even managed to convince your delinquents to let you back out into the wider world for accompanied trips to the supermarket and snack shops. School, however, was still out of the question for the foreseeable future (you tried).

The afternoon sky overhead was unusually overcast, the threat of rain only growing more convincing with every passing minute. Strong gusts of wind rattled windows and doors, ferrying the heavy gray clouds straight in your direction as the humidity only seemed to climb higher and higher, and you were very certain that a thunderstorm was brewing despite the continued absence of thunder. Yet here you were, you mused, as you sat on a curb with a drink in hand, alone outside for the first time in a week while you waited for Baji to settle some differences with the other delinquents inside the store. Come to think of it, you couldn’t remember the last time you had been left truly alone ever since your disappearance, though clearly, Baji not wanting you to watch him fight sat higher on the priority list. It probably wasn’t going to take long anyway.

A pause as you scratched mindlessly at your skin under the cuff. Did Baji from the future also like to fight as much as your current Baji?

Despite the possibility of you returning to that particular future being close to zero in your opinion, given that the boys had a good handle on that purple-gold charm, but you couldn’t help but think back on the white-haired Mikey from the future that had melted in your arms, that you had left behind. Ah no, not left behind, you corrected yourself, as you tried to wave away the instant guilt that settled in your heart. Technically - technically it was just one of many possible futures, and that particular future where your friend had suffered so much could have already been changed.

But something deep in your gut told you that you were wrong. Pushing that line of thinking to the back of your head, you instead opted to amuse yourself with the shenanigans of the past few days as you waited.

You had, for one, been cooking almost non-stop for your boys ever since your return: breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert and snacks. Unusual, certainly, and you didn’t have to of course: no one was forcing you to, even if your clingy trio had the strongest pouty faces and watery eyes you knew, but you did feel like you had to make it up to them for all the worry. You did however get a lot of amusement attempting to send them to the supermarket with a grocery list. 

And then there was the matter of Sanzu and the residue guilt that you couldn’t shake off. Sure, this Sanzu was not the same as the pink-haired man from the future with the crazy eyes, but you still wanted to put things right. Consoling yourself that even if it did change the future, a Sanzu that you were on amicable terms on was much better than dealing with someone that absolutely hated your guts for reasons beyond you, and apologizing in advance never caused any harm. It did take a lot of pleading, cajoling and outright bribery, but you finally manage to get Mikey and Draken to reluctantly agree to allow you to meet with the Fifth Division Vice Captain, though the two did remain very suspicious of how you knew the other.

Your lips were sealed from any further details, and you said your apologies and your thanks without giving out much information to the confusion of the boy with the mask, though thankfully for everyone involved, the meeting went rather uneventfully. Much to your dismay, the other was most likely forbidden from speaking to you, simply opting to listen quietly and then nodding at the end of your rambling, but you didn’t want to give him any more trouble - you didn’t trust your boys’ usual excuse that Sanzu was just quiet by nature and didn’t like to talk; they have been using that excuse for years by now. At least, you comforted yourself, you did manage to slip him another bag of karaage while a pouting Mikey was distracted.

You breathed out, watching another car whizz by as you took a sip from the bottle of iced tea. Beaded sweat that clung to your hair was dabbed off with a handkerchief, the humidity of the already hot afternoon only rising as the rain-laden clouds, gray from their load, rolled threateningly closer.

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Glancing at your watch, you decided that it had been a long enough period of time for you to venture back into the small shop, the plastic bag hanging from your wrist rustling as you stood - your delinquent friend should be about done by now. But all you managed to take was a single step before you were quickly stopped once more. “Oh-” You blinked, shaking off the surprise, the black of the other’s shirt that you ran into momentarily blocking your entire field of vision. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

An annoyed tsk was all you earned it seemed as you quickly moved aside, and as your gaze was raised from the ground to meet the other, your obstacle was quickly revealed to be a boy with streaked yellow and blue hair, pierced violet eyes staring down at you through the circle lens of gold-rimmed glasses. A face you didn’t recognize from anywhere, not even the future. One that you would usually apologize again, write to the back of your mind, and then quickly move on to avoid any trouble, though the trailing blood leaking from the other’s nose and the bruises that decorated his face made you pause. “You’re hurt! Are you okay?”

”Fuck off.”

You didn’t let that bother you. “Don’t worry,” you assured, showing the other the scar left on your palm back from when you tried to save Ken-chin from that knife attack. “I’m a professional.” 

That seemed to confuse the boy enough for you to leap into action as his violet eyes looked bewilderedly between the small mark and your confident gaze. Whipping open your bag, you produced a small bottle of ointment and a few bandages, basic supplies that you always kept on hand for your own delinquent boys. “What’s your name?” You asked cheerfully as you ever so gently dabbed the dark spots before sticking a bandage over. 

“Rindo,” the boy answered. You replied with your own name, and that was that.

Carefully rinsing and repeating your procedure with each bruise till you were done (you were rather surprise he let you, if you were being honest), you passed him a tissue for his nose after with strict instructions to blow out the blood and not swallow it.

The other obediently held the tissue to his nose without complaints, as if silently asking if you were done now and to leave him alone. Not that you noticed, too busy rummaging through the convenience store plastic bag and retrieving a wrapped piece of taiyaki, to which you pressed it into his hand. “Here! For you,” you lifted your own open drink. “Sorry, I only bought one drink.” 

The ring of the convenience store door opening again was a bell that cut off any further conversations, and you waved a short bye to your newfound friend before rushing over to meet an exiting and very grumpy Baji.

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Once more separated from you by simple time, the gunshot shattered the tension weighing down the freezing air of the refrigerated warehouse, finally silencing the annoying muffled begging as the bullet cleaved through flesh as effortlessly as a butcher’s knife through tuna. A click as the used shell was expelled, yet hushness was quick to fall once more over the warehouse despite the area being far from empty. Mikey exhaled, his warm breath leaving a trail of fog behind in the cold air even as the man simply continued to stare blankly ahead, abyss eyes fixed on some unknown spot off from where the traitor’s head had been just a minute earlier, gun lowered to hang limply by his side. 

A stone’s throw away, unusually alert green eyes framed by long pink lashes remained trained on the unmoving Mikey, the corners of Sanzu’s scarred mouth remained downturned as he contemplated what he had just witnessed. Far from the blood and death that bothered the made man, it was rather the sight of Mikey being there amidst the pooling blood instead of him, Bonten’s Hammer. After all, it was rare - unheard of - for the boss to personally bloody his hands with the dirty work, yet this was far from being the first instance of such an exception happening this week alone, be it to rivals, traitors or Bonten members alike. There had been several close calls for even the executives where the various members had found themselves at the business end of Mikey’s gun, Sanzu included, though fortunately there hadn’t been any accidental deaths yet. 

And it was clear they remembered the past week’s incidents, Bonten’s Number Two breaking from his thoughts to throw an accusatory glance Kakucho’s way, given how everyone else was happy to let the boss stew, content with their quiet observation from a safe distance. Said black-haired man returned Sanzu’s icy look with a shrug that said everything: no one was too sure what was going to accidentally set Mikey off next, and with how trigger happy the man has been in the past few days, no one was quite keen to find out either. 

Which left only Sanzu to do the job - the same man who had just been discharged from hospital after committing the ultimate sin and still very much neck deep in Mikey’s shit list - but still the only person left willing to risk his life. And he didn’t even have any drugs left - that shithead of a doctor in Bonten’s infirmary ward had confiscated his own stash on top of denying him any painkillers. Traitors, the whole lot of them. 

The soles of Sanzu’s handcrafted shoes crunched atop the icy floor as he hesitantly took a few steps in the direction of his king.“Mikey?” 

No response. Not a twitch. 

The white-haired man seemed to barely even be breathing, lost to the breaking world in his mind. And there was no doubt about what caused this spiral. After all, it had been a mere three nights since you disappeared from his arms. Four days since Mikey had completely stopped eating or sleeping; and the few times Sanzu had caught the other nodding off for a few minutes before something wretched him back awake once more didn’t count. Short stubble dotting his chin, his mob of white, uncombed hair unkept atop his head, and still dressed in the same days-old clothes, it was as if he had ceased to function completely, and it was because of you that Sanzu’s king was rotting away, perishing before his eyes. A ruthless, cold man Mikey was as the head of the largest criminal syndicate in Japan, but twelve long years apart and for him to have only a taste of his darling you before some unknown force wretched you away from him again; it was as if the spark to keep slugging onwards had finally been extinguished from the broken man, and the strongman facade was starting to crack. 

Despite the pink-haired man’s continued disdain for you, he understood, but there was nothing more he could do. Every available resource at Bonten’s disposal had already been committed to combing every inch of Tokyo, and all they could do now was wait. Letting out a sigh, Sanzu closed the distance, taking the few steps that brought him elbow to elbow with the boss, with just a couple of inches between the two. “Mikey? You alright?” He tried again.

Silence once more blanketed the area as his words drifted off and died, the freezing air in the refrigerated warehouse thick and heavy and hard to breathe. Off in the distance, Rindo shivered from behind the seat of a forklift, the chill finally getting to the younger of the Haitani brothers, but the world still fell silent. 

At least this time Mikey did react, though not to Sanzu, the Bonten boss simply turning away from his right hand man, slippers making nay a sound as he padded away towards the exit, body listing from side to side with every step. “Ah, is it?” The ragged whisper that fell from Mikey’s lips seemed to echo louder than the earlier gunshot, unsteady steps threatening to give way under the man’s frail frame as he muttered to himself. “It was me? I see.”

All Sanzu could do was watch and grimace, hand moving to grip the bottom of his striped vest, knuckles turning white from his tight, frustrated clench. Mikey wasn’t speaking to any of the executives present, no, but to you: the whispering, taunting version of you that lived rent-free in Mikey’s hallucinations and delusions. Like a ghost that refused to depart, your shade haunting the white-haired man’s every move despite your absence, staying just beyond his grasp yet so mockingly close - who knew what kind of vicious words you were tormenting him with?

Even as he still questioned what had led to his intense dislike of you in the first place, he knew that the real you would never do such a thing, especially considering the tenderness with which he had previously witnessed you holding Mikey’s bony hand with. Definitely not to Mikey, but that was a matter for a different time. Shaking his head to clear his mind, the second-in-command tuned out those nagging voices, letting out a sigh that instantly fogged up into a cloud of white fog as he turned his attention back on the unstable man in front of him. Truly, having to live with this amount of clarity at all times was painful.

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One step wrongly placed, and time felt as if it came to a crawl as Mikey’s slipper failed to get a grasp on the thin layer of ice that coated the cement tiles, the already lethargic man looked as if he would be meeting the ground under his own weakened legs, white hair streaming out behind the Bonten boss as he descended. 

Sanzu moved. “Wait Mikey, you’re-” Calloused hands shot out in an attempt to catch his falling king, though it seemed too little too late, that signature black shirt brushing past the tips of his fingers.

But in that instant, the former up-and-coming delinquent was quicker, a speed reminiscent of his glory days as Toman’s President as he caught himself with little difficulty. “Don’t you fucking touch her,” the guttural growl reverberated across the tin-roofed building, and in one smooth move, the black pistol whipped around to lined straight up with the centre of Sanzu’s forehead, the black, heavy eyebags that clung to the bottom of Mikey’s eyes scrunching up as his gaze narrowed dangerously.

The world held its breath as green eyes met abyss ones. 

A second ticked by. 

A bead of sweat gathered along Sanzu’s pink hairline despite the freezing temperature, trickling down the side of his face. Was this it?

Another second.

Perhaps it was a mere moment of recognition that glimmered behind those exhausted eyes to which clung black, heavy eyebags, perhaps it was your specter taking pity on him, saving him from what was an unenviable fate. Whatever it had been, the heaved sigh of relief that slipped out from Sanzu’s scarred lips started his world spinning once more as the barrel of the gun was lowered, the other’s bony arm shaking from the effort of holding up the pistol. He hadn’t been sure if Mikey would squeeze the trigger, and even though he wouldn’t have been too angry to die by his liege’s hands, it was far from the right time to leave the other to those spiralling thoughts. He did, after all, swear an oath to keep the former Toman President safe; he had for all this time and he will continue to do so, even if it meant keeping Mikey safe from himself.

The palpable stillness persisted as seven pairs of various colored eyes watched Mikey turn once more to leave, soundless steps reverberating through the tense air as his abnormally delicate figure grew smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared behind the half-open warehouse door, long tendrils of cold fog lazily trailing out after him.

Running one hand through his mob of pink hair, Sanzu took a glance around at the rest of the executives present as a silent grumble slipped his lips; it was rare to see anything but amusement on the faces of these usually desensitized criminals, and even rarer for everyone present to be of the same thought. And if it had been anything but this conundrum, the pink-haired second in command wouldn’t have wasted any time in giving it to them for showing such useless emotions. But with the quickly deteriorating state of their boss as the hours and days go by and no sign of your return or your presence anywhere, there was little they could do but watch with concern as Mikey wasted away. 

Despite the already ongoing search looking non-stop for you, all day and all night, a tightening knot at the base of his gut combined with a nagging feeling told Sanzu that they were unlikely to find you anywhere, his mind instantly leaping back to the pounding headache and the change in his memory back when he awoke in the infirmary four days ago. Why did he stop hating you with every fiber of his being previously? How did you do that? No matter what the others said, there was definitely something off about his sudden change of heart with regards to you, Sanzu knew without doubt, and he would get to the bottom of this.

For now, what he needed to figure out was what combination of begging and groveling would be enough to get Mikey to at least accept some water.

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Yet just three hours later, Mikey’s situation had already taken a turn for the worse. Four days without food, let alone sleep, would do anyone in, and even the once undefeated Toman President was no exception. Now standing alone, consumed by the darkness of the last untrodden area in Bonten headquarters, Sanzu knew he was breaking every rule worth remembering, doing something so explicitly forbidden by his king. But as he rummaged through mostly empty cupboards and amidst the little belongings owned by the infinitely wealthy yakuza boss in a bid to find something, anything that could help, the black hole of spiraling thoughts that encompassed the events of the past thirty minutes overriding any awareness he had the items passing through his hands. 

After all, it had been him who had come across Mikey, his near-skeletal figure sprawled unconscious across plush carpets halfway down Executive Row, just meters away from the worn white door of his bedroom. It had been him who had scooped the man into his arms and rushed him down to the infirmary, grimly noting how the man weighed barely anything. And it had also been him, on his knees and his forehead to the ground, pleading with a conscious Mikey to allow the doctor to administer a fluid IV, only for the other to reject his fervent imploring with a simple turn of his head, those exhausted abyss eyes breaking from his teary green ones wordlessly to stare blankly at the ceiling. Because no words needed to be said for Sanzu to know what the boss demanded: he would accept nothing less than your return and your cooking.

Despite the white-haired man not being present, allowing the light from the hallway outside to pour into the usually unilluminated room - the gloom and morbidness just as Mikey likes it - felt too much like the discretion of such a sacred space to the ever-loyal Sanzu, though this did leave him to conduct his hunt with just the sliver of light that sipped in from under the door. The cold sweat that gathered and pooled on his palms was hastily wiped away on striped pants as the usually high second-in-command attempted to focus back on his searching, green eyes scanning around in a desperate attempt to find something that could help, a clue that could point to where you were, anything. 

This was all your fault. Was there nothing he could do but let fate play out?

It was only as Sanzu threw up his arms in exasperation did a glimmer from the furthest end of the room catch the corner of his eye; the small amount of light that reflected back seemed to sparkle even in the dark. The faintest shimmer of gold. What was that? A cautious few steps revealed the source to be a school bag - your school bag, judging from the neatly written name on the tag - that you had failed to take with you for whatever reason. And more importantly, hanging from the front of the bag from a zipper was that notorious purple-and-gold onomori that had him recoil his hand as if burnt. 

No doubt it was the same one that still haunted his every step, one that marked you as off-limits all those years ago on the threat of torture and death. Yet -

The Bonten man reached out, gripping the onomori with one fist. He vaguely remembered something from many years ago, maybe twelve or more, when you first disappeared, when you first gave him that bag of karaage. He had been the one to find your charm, and if his scrambled memory hasn’t failed him, the simple of act of picking up this charm had summoned you out of thin air. Though after holding it for a rough five minutes, Sanzu sighed, undoing the simple note that kept the charm tied to your bag before standing. He probably just dreamt that particular one up during one of his highs.

Still, the man noted as he wrapped the small item ever so carefully in a clean handkerchief and tucked it into his breast pocket, it was probably precious to Mikey. Something to lift his spirits a bit maybe, if it did nothing else - anything that would keep his king going until you could be located. 

And pressing it into said man’s weak hand later, and watching the charm disappear under sterile white blankets as Mikey retracted his thin arm, it was all too clear to Sanzu that the other was running out of time. If they don't find you soon, Mikey dies. 

Turning to leave his boss to his thoughts, the right-hand man decided that he didn’t quite enjoy all the stress. He could use a smoke about now.

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The sight of the empty lot where your school building formerly sat brought that familiar gut-sinking feeling back to your abdomen, one that you didn’t think you would be feeling again. Running one hand through your hair, you let a sigh escape your lips. You were back in the future again, it seems. Whether this was the same future or a different one, or even if you had skipped ahead the same number of years was something that was beyond you at the moment, and you had even less on you this time then the previous incident, having been caught in your literal pajamas right as you were about to head to bed. Which came with a secondary problem, one that you found by simply looking up - it was still the middle of night.

The neighborhood where your school once was was silent as it always was at this time of day, with most students and adults alike usually asleep by this time of day. Slipping your phone out from your pocket, you noted that the battery was dead once more: was it just a side effect of the time leaping?

Patting down the rest of your pajamas only confirmed that you had none of your house keys on you unlike your previous experience, which only meant that you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. Though heading back home wouldn’t be a bad idea if this was still the same timeline, and your feet started to carry you down familiar paths once more. Yes, you were sure at least someone would know you were back if you waited by the front door.

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Takemichi let out an exasperated grunt, ruffling his hands through his hair. He had been back and forth from the future twice in the last four days alone, plus that disaster meeting with Draken, and nothing. No clues, no progress, nothing. You were still nowhere to be found. Kicking a stone down empty roads, the former Toman delinquent felt truly helpless for the first time. If his time leaping ability was being overridden by yours, then there was no point to what he was putting himself through - he couldn’t change the future until they could figure out how to stop yours.

And that meant…

The black-haired man shook his head vigorously in an attempt to stop his thoughts from going down that beckoning abyss. No, he couldn’t give up now. Taking a deep breath, Takemichi looked up, fists clenched determined by his side. 

It was the middle of the night now, and the streets were completely empty of souls, with the exception of him wandering down aimlessly. In the distant, an occasional rumble of the engine of a passing vehicle, though none passed his way. But Naoto had mentioned that this area was where your school once stood, plus you lived not too far away as well, and therefore if you were really a time leaper, then there was a high chance this was the place you would return to. It made sense, Takemichi agreed, but this was already the umpteeth time he had searched.

Pulling one hand down his face, a flash of hair in the distance caught the man’s eye before it quickly disappeared behind a wall, too fast for him to even register. That looked like…you? Was that a hallucination? 

A quick jog forward took Takemichi to the bend in the street, but when he looked round the corner, whatever trace of whoever it had been walking the roads was already gone.

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Across the bustling city of Tokyo, Rindo froze mid-step. 

Yet the sudden lack of movement was lost on Ran. The evening traffic had yet to let up outside, the rumbling of cars and the occasional horn cutting through the unnatural silence that hung inside the tiny shop tucked just a street away from the main road, though it was precisely the quietness that had carried with it the promise of an earlier rest. Careful to avoid dirtying his shoes with blood, the older Haitani had already made his way to the exit, suit jacket casually swung over one shoulder, gun tucked away safely and out of his side under his vest. “Let’s head straight back to base, Rindo,” Ran groaned, running one hand through his short purple hair only to grimace upon realizing that said hand was caked with someone else’s blood. Today was really not going his way. “You can grab a drink at the rooftop bar or something, I don’t know.”

Yanking the front door open with a grunt, said Bonten executive didn’t stop to hear if there was a response from his younger brother, instead opting to step straight out and back onto the narrow side alley, the buzzing streetlight overhead as if a welcome back from the grim of that filthy store and its dead, traitorous owner. Taking a breath of the comparatively better smelling air outside, Ran stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants, pulling out a sole crumpled cigarette and a handful of change - but no lighter. Not even a match. Fuck this fucking disgusting job.

Ran turned, hand already outstretched. “Rindo, do you have a light -” And it was only then did it hit him that his brother had not followed him out. Rindo was still in the store for some goddamn reason, and he had to go back in there. The feared mafia officer sighed. This had better be important.

Alas, he spoke too soon.

“I think my memories just changed,” was seemingly all that Rindo could bring himself to mumble at the chime that came with the opening door, the man with the long purple hair still standing by the row of unpowered display refrigerators where Ran had last seen him, violet eyes staring down at the blood pooling around the cooling bodies sprawled on the floor. The stench of iron didn’t seem to bother the younger Haitani, too caught up in his jumbled mind as Rindo tried to make head or tail of what had just happened.

Ran, however, was far from impressed, simply propping both his hands on his hips and raising one eyebrow at that statement. “Did you get into Sanzu’s drug stash?”

The sheer vileness of that statement alone was enough to shake Rindo out from his own little world, with said man snapping straight back into reality ready for a fight. “How dare you-” the younger of the two let out a cough, the sudden thick smell of death and blood that made itself known to his previously oblivious nostrils choking up his airway momentarily. “How dare you say that.”

“Well, what else am I supposed to say when you talk dumb shit?”

“It’s not dumb shit, fuck you Ran! My memories changed!” Rindo insisted, carelessly stepping over the bodies at his feet, Ran wincing at the blood splattering up and all over his brother’s shoes. That would be a pain to clean later. 

But still, the older Haitani led the way back outside and into the fresher air of the alleyway, before turning around to better understand the situation his dear brother seemed to have found himself in. “Alright, if not pink pills, then what happened?”

Rindo himself still seemed to be struggling to make head or tail of what had just happened, letting out a groan as the man with the long purple hair rubbed his temple with one hand. “It was after we shot those two inside. All of a sudden, my head felt like it was about to explode for a second, and I suddenly knew…stuff. Things that I didn’t know before."

“Like what?”

“You know you were telling me about Mikey’s girl earlier?”

“Uh huh.”

“I’ve never met her, and before the job, I couldn’t tell you what color her hair was. I can pick her out from a line of schoolgirls now.”

“Oh.”

Violet eyes met each other, and as if on instinct, both men thought back to the Bonten infirmary just days earlier, where an eerily similar sentence had been muttered. Sanzu. Ran sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “So it wasn’t the drugs.” This day was just getting worse and worse. “Let’s head back and sync up.”

“Sure,’ Rindo shrugged, scratching the back of his head as he nonchalantly followed his older brother, the purple-haired duo stepping out onto the busy main street and blending into the crowd, blood splattered shoes a distant thought. “I do remember her being pretty nice though.”

Ran raised an eyebrow, as he absentmindedly fiddled with his earring. “Pretty nice or pretty and nice?”

The younger Haitani audibly tsked, raising one leg to kick at the other’s. “You know what I said.”

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The lighter, joky mood that the brothers shared didn’t last past their return to Bonten HQ, much to Ran’s disappointment, the usually silent place abuzz with a rare, panic atmosphere. Men and women alike dressed in neatly pressed suits rushing every which way, the small bulge under their suit jacket where their guns were strapped to an unspoken reminder of where they were - no doubt the communicators fixed to their ears were all but alight with barked orders and updates. Casually grabbing a passing grunt, it took a mere moment and single shouted objection for the poor soul to realize who exactly had grabbed him by the back of his shirt, the purple and green striped suits too iconic to be mistaken. “Ah- oh, Haitani-sama.”

“What’s going on?” Ran didn’t need to see through those dark sunglasses to see the other’s shifty look: the nameless Bonten grunt was definitely contemplating the chance of him being dead within the next five minutes as opposed to the next hour.

”Uh-“

Rindo reached threateningly into the depths of his suit, and sweat began to pour off the other’s forehead. “You know,” the younger of the two Haitanis started. “I’ve had a really bad day.”

”No, please, Haitani-sama, I’m not sure-“

Fortunately for all three men involved, the interrogation was brought to quick and uneventful close with the appearance of an all-too familiar mob of pink hair just as Rindo pulled a lollipop out to pop into his mouth. The grunt was let go to scramble off as both sets of violet eyes snapped to the unusual sight of Sanzu impatiently tapping his foot soundlessly against the plush carpet of the foyer, smoking cigarette held between scarred lips as the man looked around before glancing once more at his watch. 

A smirk instantly began to pull at Ran’s lips as he stuffed both hands into the pockets of his pants, strolling over. “Oh Sanzu~”

“I’m busy,” came the other’s curt reply, green eyes looking Ran up and down a mere moment before turning away.

”We know, we know,” the man with the short purple hair pacified. “It’s just that-“

Rindo quickly butted in, having closely followed his older brother over. It was clear that Sanzu, far from his usual drugged up and easily bullied state, actually had things to do and places to be. “My memories changed.”

Sanzu’s unusually alert gaze slid over once more to meet Rindo’s, and it seemed the severity of what the younger Haitani said set in quickly as his eyes steeled. “Mine did too. Again,” the Bonten second-in-command disclosed, though he said no more as the glass doors of the foyer slid open and Kakucho stepped out, gloved hand lightly touching where his gun was strapped to his chest under his jacket. “We’ll talk about this later. House alarm tripped again.”

Ah, your little pick-up party, Ran noted from the side, watching the two top Bonten executives slip effortlessly into a black, featureless car that quickly pulled away from the compound. So you were back - and your arrival must have something to do with the changing memories.

How interesting.

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Across town, Draken cursed out loud as his feet flew over concrete paths down empty streets. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

You were a fucking time leaper.

He had been working late on a client’s bike as he always did, the closed garage a quiet refuge after the hustle of the normal work day. The headache had hit him like a clap of thunder, with his brain feeling it was pressing up against his skull; and memories of twelve years past suddenly started to flood back, a recollection he couldn’t control. But they were all memories that he didn’t previously have, freshly added memories: some of your reappearance in his past, some of a fight he never recalled having with the other Toman founders, and most importantly, memories of you telling them what had happened.

It changed him, Draken admitted. It gave him a renewed hope that he didn’t remember possessing, that they might be able to fix this entire mess, that you were somewhere out there. All this time you were missing - it was true. You couldn’t control it like you had admitted. But if the past him still had that onomori, then why were you back in the future? 

Turning a corner, a quick step aside was the only thing that kept him from running straight into someone else, though those fast, honed reflexes also almost had Draken swinging his fist into an all-too familiar face. 

Baji was panting as if he had ran a full marathon, his apron half undone and left swinging from his neck, his hand clutching his open phone. It seemed like the other Toman founder had been struck with the same revelations, Draken determined, judging from the half-dressed state he was in. 

And then those two fateful words tumbled from Baji’s lips. “Time leaper.”

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𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. [𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳]

03.

𝙖𝙠𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙖

(𝘯.) 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭

“You…YOU BASTARDS!!!” A gang leader from one of the front tables yells, pulling out his gun and pointing it at Sigma’s boss.

It was one of Sigma’s allies, an infuriated gang leader who had insufferable losses for the past month due to a rat among his gang. His face contorted with rage and betrayal, now knowing that their most trusted ally was leeching off from their resources.

Sigma's boss, now exposed and vulnerable, raised his hands in a feeble attempt to defuse the situation. "Listen, we can talk about this. We had our reasons," he stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

The gang leader, fueled with anger, wasn’t interested in negotiations. He tightened his grip on the gun, finger twitching to pull on the trigger. “Reasons?You betrayed us, Ootori. Did you really think that you could negotiate your way out of this? Well…

…you thought wrong.”

A bullet finds its way through Ootori’s head, killing him in an instant. The gang leader orders his men to kill the rest of Sigma’s men, turning the auction party into a gruesome bloodbath. Some gangs stayed to join in the gun fight to aid their allies, and others left, not interested in the drama that had just ensued. One of those gangs was Bonten, but despite having issues with Sigma themselves, seeing their leader killed was enough to disclose the conflict.

“So they weren’t just fucking with us, but other gangs too? Serves them right. I wasted so much money on that stolen shipment.” Koko states as they leave the event hall. Sanzu was walking beside them, moping at how Mikey didn’t allow him to join in the bloodshed with the other gangs.

Mikey tunes out their conversation but his ears perk up at the sound of gagging from the comfort room ahead of them. The white haired male walks ahead from the others, earning curious stares from his subordinates. “Mikey?”

He pushes the door open, approaching the sound to see…

You.

Hunched over at the toilet bowl, your hair all over your face as you threw your guts out. Seeing you in such a vulnerable state made Bonten’s boss quirk a brow. Out there, you were a confident woman, quick thinking, and had everything in control, but now, here you were, curled up against the toilet, tears pricking your eyes as you tried to get rid of the gut wrenching feeling in your stomach.

The gang leader kneels right beside you, pulling your hair back for you as you continue to empty your stomach. Once you are done, he helps you up, leading you to the sink and letting you wash your face off.

Seeing the distant look in your eyes as you stared down at the sink, he lifts his hand up, placing it gently on top of your head. His hand began to caress your soft locks, watching you in silence as tears cascaded down your cheek.

“There, there, cry it all out.”

The emptiness in your eyes felt like he was looking at a mirror, making him realize that: “...You’re just like me.”

He gently pulls your head against his shoulder, letting your tears dampen his expensive suit.

“You just want peace of mind, don’t you?”

Your sobs filled the room, echoing against the cold walls of the bathroom. Mikey, the feared leader of Bonten, held you in a rare display of empathy and understanding. It was an unexpected solace in the midst of the chaos.

“When you just wanted to make amends with your past…”

His hand on your head felt warm, giving a sense of comfort and security. Making the most of this rare chance of comfort, you nuzzled into his shoulder, the vulnerability you showed only making Mikey hold you tighter.

“...but it won’t let you go.” You finished his sentence.

Mikey's grip tightened on you, as if trying to shield you from the weight of your own words. In the quiet sanctuary of the bathroom, a fragile connection formed between two individuals who navigated the shadows of the ruthless world.

"You're not alone in that struggle," Mikey whispered, his usually stern voice carrying a touch of understanding. "We all carry burdens from the past."

As your tears subsided, Mikey pulled away slightly, still holding you at arm's length. His eyes, usually unreadable, now held a rare glimmer of compassion.

"Why don't you join Bonten?"

Meanwhile, outside the bathroom, the Bonten trio—plus Koko—waited for Mikey. “He’s taking so long, do you think he fell in?”

Rindou chuckled, leaning against the wall, "Maybe he's practicing his intense stares in the mirror. You know, how he usually does with Sanzu whenever he misbehaves."

“Or maybe someone baited him with dorayaki and kidnapped him.”

Sanzu rolled his eyes, "You guys are idiots. I’ll go in and check on him-."

Interrupting his words, Mikey comes out from the bathroom, his suit was a little wrinkled and his shoulder was damp. His usual stoic expression remained intact, but there was a subtle shift in his demeanor that the others couldn't quite place.

“Mikey, everything alright in there?” Sanzu inquired, genuinely concerned about his master.

Mikey glanced at Sanzu with an unreadable expression. "I'm fine. Just handling business."

Sanzu, who was more vigilant than the others, saw a figure behind his boss. His protective instincts kick in, making him push Mikey aside and grab the person by the neck.

"Who the hell are you?" He seethes, tightening his grip on the person's neck.

The executives behind him immediately recognized you, but Sanzu’s vision was blurred by his protective rage. He failed to register your familiar features, only seeing you as a potential threat.

“I-I’m…the host, Oli…via…” you managed to stammer, struggling to breathe under Sanzu’s iron grip. The others rushed forward, trying to intervene.

“Sanzu, wait! She’s the one who invited us here!” Ran explains, attempting to pry his hands off from you.

Sanzu, however, was too consumed by his protective instincts to listen. “You think I’m stupid? She’s trying to sneak up on Mikey!” he growled, eyes glaring down at your paling face.

The situation escalated when he pinned you against the wall, grabbing his gun and pointing it at your abdomen. “You think you can use your pretty little face to get to the boss? Think again, you bitch.” He growled at your ears, pressing the gun harder against you.

“Sanzu, stand down.”

Mikey commands, but the pink haired male’s tight grip remains. The tension in the room escalated as Mikey stepped forward, his eyes narrowing at Sanzu.

“But Mikey-”

“I said. Stand. Down.” Mikey’s authoritative tone catches Sanzu off guard, snapping him out of his rage. He hesitated, the internal struggle evident on his face. Slowly, he released his grip on you, allowing you to take a desperate gasp of air. You leaned on the wall for support, clutching your throat.

“Don’t you dare lay a finger on her again without my permission.”

“Sorry, boss…I thought-”

“Apologize.”

“What?”

"Do I need to repeat myself, Sanzu?"

Mikey's voice held an unusual firmness, demanding an immediate response. Sanzu hesitated for a moment, his pride fighting against his boss’ orders, but eventually, he begrudgingly turned to you.

“I'm sorry,” he muttered, his usual confidence replaced by a sense of humiliation.

Mikey walked towards you, lowering your hands and tilting your head up to inspect the injury. Eyes narrowing at the red marks that vandalized your neck, he turns to Sanzu with a warning glare.

“You shouldn't let your emotions cloud my orders, Sanzu. Don’t let this happen again.”

“Yes, boss.”

Not once did Mikey raise his voice at Sanzu. This was the first, and being at the receiving end of his warnings left a bitter feeling in Sanzu's mouth. He had never felt so humiliated.

Mikey's stern gaze lingered on Sanzu for a moment longer, a silent reminder of the gravity of his actions. Without uttering another word, he shifted his attention back to you, his demeanor transforming into a blend of concern and responsibility.

"Are you alright?" Mikey asked, his voice now carrying a softer tone compared to the authoritative one he had used with Sanzu. You managed a nod, still feeling the lingering effects of the confrontation. Mikey's fingers traced over the red marks on your neck, a gesture more gentle than his usual demeanor suggested.

“I’m fine, Mikey. It was just a misunderstanding," You placed your hand on his arm, reassuring him.

Mikey's gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes searching for any signs of distress. He then sighs, choosing to believe your words.

Sanzu, who was still simmering with embarrassment, felt a mixture of frustration and confusion. He watched as Mikey, the stoic leader who rarely showed any vulnerability, demonstrated a side of himself that was reserved for moments of genuine concern.

Mikey leans towards you, his lips brushing against your ear. "Think about my offer, Olivia." he whispers to you before turning to his men, "Let's go. Our business here is done."

As Bonten made their exit, you released a breath that you didn't realize you were holding. As you leaned on the wall for support, you tried to calm your beating heart.

‘Sh*t, Japan’s most dangerous gang just tried to recruit me…in the bathroom.’

You laughed at the last part of that thought, trying to wrap your head around the situation that you were just in. Then, your phone vibrates, a new message grabbing your attention.

"Great work back there. You had them all fooled. Looking forward to our next job together, Y/N."

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

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Imagine Being Bonten's Receptionist (Bonten x F Reader) - Tokyo Revengers

FIRST DAY/INTRODUCTIONS

Bonten is Tokyo's most notorious crime syndicate but has an office like any respectable business. even if it was a front. Each member had an office, there were a couple of meeting rooms, and they even had other staff who like you were sworn to secrecy or face deadly consequences. The pay was better than any other place you'd interviewed at, and the hours were reasonable, but you were expected to be flexible if needed to come in early or stay later.

The reception area had a few sofas and tables, and your counter was the first thing you saw when you got off the lift. You couldn't actually enter the offices behind you unless you had a key card or you buzzed them in. It would be quite lonely out here on your own or so you thought.

Hajime Kokonoi had hired you, he said it was because you looked trustworthy, and of course, you made a joke that he'd probably had your background checked. He told you to your face he had and you were the most worthy applicant. When you pushed for more he sealed his lips. On your first day, he put a very nice vase of flowers on the reception counter stating it gave the place more life, but it was a bouquet of your favourite flowers. So you thanked him and he said it was nothing, even though a couple of flowers had to be imported. You heard he was stingy with money.

You were typing away when Takeomi Akashi walked out of the offices with an unlit cigarette between his lips not noticing your presence, because he was busy cussing the lighter that wasn't working. 'Excuse me, let me help you,' you call out, grab the lighter from your bag and walk over to him. 'Who are you?' he asks confused, and you explain as you light the cigarette. 'Thank you, you smoke?' he enquires and you shake your head, and explain your friends do and on nights out you'd rather them come to you than a stranger. 'Smart girl, never smoke.' Takeomi now knew who to come to when his lighter wouldn't work.

Kakucho walks out of the lift on his phone, 'good morning,' you say politely. The poor man jumps out of his skin and nearly drops his phone on the marble floor. You apologise profusely for scaring him and his face gets a little redder the more you talk to him. It's not lost on you that he's not so subtly checking you out, in fact, you find it kind of cute when he should be intimidating. 'Nice to meet you, err I have to go,' he stutters and makes a quick escape into the offices. At the end of the day, he introduces himself properly, telling you if you need anything you can call him. It had been a while since a guy had given you his number.

Word spread by lunchtime about the new hire and that's when you met the Haitani brothers Ran and Rindou. Hajime had warned you to be on your guard, you were innocent and the brothers would try to taint you. 'hello beautiful, I have a reason to come into the office more now,' Ran croons, leaning over the counter staring at you with lustful eyes. You sit up straight, 'it's nice to meet you, but nothing's going to happen.' Ran looks hurt while his brother laughs, 'Maybe you're not as much of a charmer as you think brother. Call me Rindou.' and you're shocked when he takes your hand and kisses it. You would almost believe he was a gentleman if he didn't have the same lustful eyes as his brother. You smile and remove your hand from his, 'I don't know what game you two are playing but it won't be easy. I've been warned.' the brothers exchange a look and huff, 'Koko,' they say in unison. You nod and go back to your computer. Little did you know that your rejection ignited a challenge between the brothers to see who could win you over first.

After the Haitani brothers, you thought you'd be left alone but there were a couple of cocky male employees who thought they could flash expensive suits and watches while being drenched in overpowering cologne. Unlike the brothers these two immediately violated your personal space making you feel uncomfortable, 'can you leave me alone please?' you ask, 'get away from me,' you insist. One of the men goes to grab your arm 'Know your place bitch--' when he's grabbed himself and thrown backwards. Kanji Mochizuki stands guard in front of you, 'the lady said no, just wait until the boss here's about this.' Then men scurry off scared by the threat. He turns to face you with a warm smile, 'Sorry about that, they won't cause you any more problems. Give me a shout if anyone else makes you feel uncomfortable.' you weren't quite sure what to make of him, but you just got your second number of the day.

Hajime or Koko as he told you to call him asked you to stay late to accept a parcel for another member. This is where you met Bonten's no.2 Haruchiyo Sanzu and the leader Manjiro Sano. You were taken aback seeing Sanzu covered in blood while Mikey didn't seem to have a single scratch on him, both looked equally intimidating and you didn't want to get on either of their bad sides. You gulp and look down at the parcel you'd not long signed for seeing it was addressed to Sanzu, 'good evening I have a parcel for Haruchiyo Sanzu.' both men stare at you, Sanzu looks manic while Mikey looks bored. 'Thank you, lovely lady, pink looks good on you,' Sanzu chuckles and takes the parcel before skipping into the office. You brush imaginary creases off your light pink blouse, 'well I guess I'll be going then, have a good night sir,' you pick up your bag, turn off the monitor and stand up noticing Mikey hadn't moved his eyes from you, 'are you okay sir?' you ask. He blinks a couple of times, 'Yes, get home safe,' you nod and press the lift button, feeling a little uneasy having Mikey continue to stare at you.

When you returned to your apartment you threw yourself on the bed thinking about your interesting first day of work, and all the Bonten members you'd interacted with. This was going to be an interesting job.

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Baby steps

CW - angst, abuse, drunk abusive household, guns, death, character death, swearing, yandere-type behavior, toxic relationships, higher deities, devil, suicide, blood, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, blood, character death, pain.

A/N - I apologize for the delay, work was a little hectic this week. As compensation, I plan to post this chapter followed by another 2-3 over the weekend.

MINORS DNI.

PLEASE STAY AWAY FROM THIS SERIES IF THE ABOVE WARNINGS TRIGGER YOU.

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Mikey x OC

Baby steps

You reach home to the sounds of angry yelling. You sigh at the door, before turning the knob. It’s always like this. Either the house is dead silent or there are sounds of yelling or pots and pans being thrown around. Today’s item on the menu was yelling, apparently. You can hear your father threaten your mother that he’s going to light the house on fire and burn her with it. You know this stage. It’s the one where he drunkenly attempts whatever bald faced lie he is spewing. You rush into the house, dropping your shoes carelessly at the entrance, just to find your mother cowering in the kitchen while the mad dog is waving around lighter in the air. They’re both standing too close to the gas line cooktop. Not liking this one bit, you rush into the kitchen, and crash into the bastard. He topples over and waves the lighter at you, while a fresh string of curses fall from his mouth which are not directed at you. You snatch the lighter forcefully from his hands, while ignoring the curses. You help your mother up and take her to your room where you make her sit on the bed. He tries to follow the both of you, but being drunk off his ass, he cannot seem to get his bearings straight and falls down. Cursing and muttering that this is his fate, he lies unconscious on the floor of the hall. Your mother rushes to try and make him go into the bedroom in his drunken state. You are irritated because you just don’t understand how this woman can have so much empathy for a man who does nothing but make her life miserable. You scold her to let him be and ask her to rest. She is too tired to argue and goes to bed. Without eating, you observe.

“There is rice, miso soup and a fried egg kept for you, y/n. Eat it. I don’t feel like eating. I am going to bed.” She says before retiring to her room.

You sigh... you’re not hungry either after seeing the drama unfold, and also partially because you’d shared ice-cream with that Sano boy. You start to feel guilty. Here you were, enjoying life, while your mother labored away in the kitchen and under the insults and threats of the bastard you had to call father. She was growing thinner by the day, you observe. The bags under her eyes are getting more and more pronounced. You don’t know what to do. This stress seems to be catching up to you, seeing as you had fainted in school earlier.

‘Oh crap! The note from the nurse! It shouldn’t come home no matter what!’ you vow to visit the nurse and get it from her before it is posted to your house. You don’t have the heart to trouble your mother with any more problems than what she is already going through.

Taking two servings of the food, you go to her room and see her lying on the bed, with an arm covering her eyes. The lights are still on. You sit beside her with the tray and say, “Eat with me. Else I won’t eat as well.”

She doesn’t make any moves to get up. You wait patiently for her to get up. She always listens to you.

You see tears slowly run down the sides. You start to worry, if this was the very last straw for her.

“Mom?”

Your voice cracks when you call out. She senses it, and quickly wipes her eyes. Getting up, she tries to put on a brave face, saying, “Come on, let’s eat. Cannot have my baby going hungry, now can I?”

You know it’s an act, but you play along, because you know how fragile the façade is. If you poke at it, she’ll burst into tears.

“Yes, let’s eat!” you say while giving her the bigger portions of the food. She giggles a bit, seeing the way you’re giving her the bigger portions. It’s a real giggle. She then exchanges the bowls and takes the lesser one. You whine saying it’s not fair, but she shushes you and just asks you to start eating.

You’re both eating, while you talk about your day with her. She’s surprised, since you never talk about school. You usually would eat in silence, when you’d have such moments, because you had nothing to talk about, but somehow, today, you have a story to tell her.

You of course omit the part about you fainting, and go about telling her, how you had this one person in class who would always keep pestering you. You tell her about how you crashed into him, and then bumped into his face. Your mother seems to genuinely laugh at your clumsiness. You’ve never seen her laugh like this and it’s refreshing to see her happy for a moment. You swear to yourself in that moment, that you will try and let Sano-san into your life, seeing as every moment with him has been exciting. For you, and now, it seems, even for your mother, seeing how she is enjoying the way you are talking about your life.

You tell her about how he asked you for a treat since you bumped into his face and the way you made him a mint choco sundae fan. Your mother seems to have genuinely enjoyed the way you spoke about today’s day. What you don’t know is that, she knows how you’ve closed yourself to others because of the way things went down with your old friends. She knows it’s not healthy, but she didn’t know how to help you fix it. So she was genuinely happy when you spoke about this Sano boy who kept pestering you. It looked like he liked you and maybe, just maybe that would be the push you needed to trust other people again.

So she says, “Looks like this Sano boy is a handful huh!? Although he seems to sound like a nice boy. I’d love to hear more stories about your day like this again.”

She doesn’t push you directly to be friends with him, but the message could not be further away for you. You read the room as your mom being happy because you talked about Sano, and that, maybe having an eventful day and coming back home to tell your mom these stories was taking her pain away.

So much for being the class topper. Sigh...

At the moment, it doesn’t matter since you did reach the same conclusion that your mother had. Try and be friends with Sano.

You both finish your meal and and then you ask her to rest, while you take the dishes into the kitchen sink. She asks you to just soak them and keep, as she plans to wash them in the morning. You go the extra mile and wash them quietly, since you know how tired your mother is. After doing the dishes, you go to her room one last time, to wish her good night. You see that the light is switched off and your mother snoring lightly. She must have been tired the entire day, if she’s conked out so early.

Softly closing the door behind you, you move towards the hall. You see the drunk bastard lying on the floor and you get the urge to kick him in his ribs. However, you know that this will only wake the devil and you want your mother to at least sleep peacefully for a few hours. So, you just walk towards your room quietly.

You change out of your uniform and go to wash your face. As you are tying up your hair, you see something on your neck from the corner of your eye. It seems to be some sort of a tattoo. It looks like a star in a circle, a sort of a symbol. You don’t remember getting one. However sweet your mother was, she was strict in these matters. You’d get scolded, if she saw it. Panicking for a minute, you try to rub it off with soap water, but it does not seem to go away. You start pacing the room thinking about the events of the day.

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You had reached school as usual today. It seemed like it would be a sunny day. The first period went on without a hitch. It was math and you loved math. However, the blonde beside you sighed and sighed with every passing second, irritating you. You hiss at him. When her turns, you shoot him a menacing glare, while moving your thumb across your neck in a slicing motion, followed by your index finger in front of your mouth. You’d tried to sign it to him that he’d be dead if he didn’t shut up.

He just grins lazily and tears a small piece of paper from his book. Scribbling something on it, he passes you the note.

“Do you really like math so much that you want to kill me for sighing?”

You scribble back furiously and throw it in his direction without even glancing at him. He opens it to read, “YES, NOW SHUT UP! LET ME FOCUS!”

From the corner of your eye, you can see him shaking his head in amusement while storing the note in his book and keeping quiet. You are glad that your tactics worked.

A few moments later, you start to feel eyes on you. Turning, you see that he’s put his head on his books, his arms supporting him and he’s intensely staring at you. The lazy smile still on his face.

‘Ugh so much for a peaceful math class.’ You think.

You tear a piece of paper from your book this time and scribble again before throwing it in his face. He is surprised for a moment before he opens the chit.

“Stop staring at me, it’s weird. Let me focus on the class please.”

His grin widens when he reads this. Scribbling back, he gently places the chit on your desk. Tanaka sensei has finished explaining the theorem and has now turned to face the students while reading out problems based on the said theorem.

You are busy furiously jotting down the question statement, when you see the note. You ignore it for a moment, since you are so lost in taking notes. Once Tanaka sensei has finished reading out the question, he turns to the board to write down the solution. Now that you have a minute to yourself, you pick up the chit, and open it.

“Who said I was staring at you? you’ve got the window seat, I’m bored out of my mind and already failing math. I was looking out of the window. You were just in the way, l/n-san :P” it reads.

You are now embarrassed beyond words. ‘So much for thinking that he was looking at you. stupid, he was looking out the window.’

Your cheeks start to heat up at being so self-absorbed. This does not go unnoticed by the said blonde monkey beside you. He’s smug about the way your cheeks are dusted with pink while you try to focus on math. So, he calmly continues to focus on you.

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You do not seem to remember anything after that class until the time you woke up in the infirmary. Something must have happened then. You are sure of it, but try as much as you can, you keep drawing a blank. Your head starts to hurt as you try to recall. So you stop thinking about it and wash your face. After you’ve brushed your teeth and done your nightly skincare routine, you switch off the light and lie on your bed. Your brain wanders automatically to the blonde boy who you’d shared an ice-cream with today. The way he smiled made you feel weird. You think back to the moments when you were conversing with him, and he mentioned Toman. Something ticked him off and he seemed to look dejected till you ordered the ice-creams. Was it something you said?

‘Wait, why am I bothered with what he thinks.’ You groan when you remember why. One, he was the key to the note not coming home, (you needed to know how and get it over with). Two, your mother seemed to enjoy the stories you told her of him, so you had to befriend him no matter what. For the sake of seeing that smile on her face. Groaning out loud this time, you bury your face in your pillow as you think about the next day and how you would have to start being nice to him.

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He had secretly followed you till your house. He’d turned away to walk back home, but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind made him follow you even after you ran away. He hid in a nearby bush when he saw you stand in front of the door with sagging shoulders. He could hear yelling coming from the house. Was this how you lived? He wondered. It was hurting him, to hear the violence that was taking place. He wanted to rush through the door and beat the crap out of the person who was yelling. Suddenly, the yelling stopped followed by a dull thud sound. There’s now a string of curses which are being yelled. He listens intently, and hears your name being mentioned. He sees red when he realizes that you’re being yelled at. But he cannot do anything at the moment. After a while, the yelling stops. Maybe things have calmed down is what he thinks, and starts walking back towards his own house. He’s in deep thought. He had a bad feeling that, the things that he’d heard today and your explanation of why you didn’t have friends seemed to be linked to each other. Kicking a rock dejectedly, he kept walking home, when Draken whizzes by on his bike. Stopping beside Mikey, he grins while teasing again, “Sooo... where are you coming back from, lover boy? Need a ride? Perhaps to l/n-san’s place?”

Seeing that Mikey is still not responding, he looks closely to see Mikey’s face scrunched up in thought. Concerned about what might have brought this on, he waves a hand in front of Mikey’s face saying, “Earth to Mikey. Are you there?”

Mikey finally looks up at Draken, his eyes seem to be empty.

“I had an ice-cream sundae with l/n-san and walked her home. Ken-chin, she does not have a good personal life. I heard someone causing a ruckus in her house. Maybe her father? Or uncle, I am not sure. But it sounded very bad. I want to help her, but I don’t know how. I just know to use my fists and my legs, but I can’t use it in this situation.”

Draken is shocked to say the least. He was sure that you were just a snobby brat, but it just seems that you may be broken, just like Kazutora and this was your way of coping.

“Why don’t you start small and try to get her to be your friend, maybe then, you can get her to open up to you and you can help her. Heck, let me also get in on the action. No selfish bastard should trouble his family like that.” Draken growls. He’s seen Kazutora get stressed and lose his shit whenever it became too much. Keisuke was the one keeping him in check by letting Kazutora crash at his place. Even though he himself had no parents, he was not envious of the way yours and Kazutora’s parents had turned out. The prostitutes who had raised him were better, he thought.

“that’s the thing, Ken-chin. She’s lost so many friends that she’s given up on being friends with anyone. I asked her a while ago, before we reached her place, if I could be her friend, she said she didn’t want it and ran away. I think it might be because I told her that I’m in Toman and that I’m the leader. She seemed to despise delinquents. What should I do, Ken-chin!?” Mikey whined to Draken.

“Maybe, you can keep pestering her, till she becomes your friend, and then get her to meet the guys in Toman. Show her what it’s like, maybe then she might change her mind?” Draken reasons with him.

“Hmm... Well then, let the games begin! I’ll show her that I can be the constant in her life that she deserves.” Mikey says, while hitting his palm with his fisted hand, as if he’s just got the best idea in the world.

“Don’t you dare open your mouth on the fact that you know what’s going on in her personal life. She’s not told you, and you eavesdropped near her house in a bush, she’ll think you’re a creep (she’s not wrong though) and stop talking altogether to you.” Draken warns Mikey while chuckling.

“You really need a beating from me, come here, let me teach you who’s the boss!” Mikey runs behind Draken, as Draken roars his bike’s engine, revving out of sight.

Sighing, Mikey reaches home, determined to make you his friend. ‘Slow baby steps are better than no steps at all’ he thinks.

What neither of you know, is that Tanaka sensei also has his own plans. And things are just about to get a little more complicated but fun.

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── SANO BROTHERS┊TOKYO REVENGERS

premise. emma sano’s brothers are off limits, no matter how much you want them— or how much they want you.

content. sano brothers / f!reader. smut. dark content. best friend’s older brother(s) trope. mini series : three parts. age gap (1, 4 and 11 years). reader has known the brothers since childhood. dubcon. manipulation / coercion. virginity loss. car sex. drug use (cigarettes). petnames. drummer!izana. pervert / creep!sano brothers. penetrative sex. no protection. alcohol. band!tenjiku. corruption. possessive behaviour.

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── AM I YOUR TYPE, PRETTY? c. 2009

⌗ emma’s brother, manjiro sano : one year older.

content. smut. dubcon. alcohol. drunk / tipsy sex. car sex. unprotected sex. manipulation ++. coercion. virginity loss. fingering (f). pervert!mikey. marking. slight childhood friends. edging. reader is shorter than mikey. praise &&. a little degradation.

you told emma your feelings for her older brother weren’t anything serious— but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?

── LET ME HEAR YOU SCREAM! c. 2011

⌗ emma’s brother, izana kurokawa : four years older.

content. smut. dubcon. unprotected sex. manipulation ++. coercion. hair pulling. fingering (f). pervert!izana. slight vouyerism &&. exhibitionism. marking. mild choking. nipple play. degradation ++. praise. riding. improper use of instruments. izana has a tongue piercing.

after mikey, you swore you would never fuck another one of emma’s brothers— but maybe one time with izana is okay. . . ?

── WE’RE NOT SLEEPING TONIGHT. c. 2015

⌗ emma’s brother, shinichiro sano : eleven years older.

content. smut. dubcon. drug use. unprotected sex. manipulation ++. coercion. fingering (f). pervert!shinichiro. creampie. oral (f). doggy / prone bone. marking. praise. squirting. edging. overstimulation. service dom!shinichiro. tummy bulge. creampie / breeding kink. missionary.

shinichiro’s tactics won’t work on you now that you’ve been through his brothers, but who do you think they learned it from?

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la isla bonita

Character/s: All of Bonten

Warnings:f!reader, curse words, sexual themes, mentions of drugs, mentions of violence, gangbang in the near future chapter.

Note: some chapters may contain certain tags not shown above so please always read the warnings beforehand.

Status: on-going

Synopsis: A trip to paradise turned disaster. Tension rises with the tide and to survive for thirty days on an uninhabited island with none other than Bonten, the vicious criminal organization of Tokyo, and you, their newly hired secretary-seems more like an impossible challenge than swimming back to the mainland.

MASTERLIST

prologue - salty dog

chapter i - la isla bonita

chapter ii - summer blue

chapter iii - heart of the ocean

chapter iv - sex on the beach

chapter v - piña colada

chapter vi - tequila sunrise

chapter vii - tipsy mermaid

epilogue - blue ocean

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