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PRISONERS !BONTEN X NURSE!READER

PART ONE

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sex, obsession, drugs, prison, lust. You find yourself drawn into the dangerous world of the criminal organization that operates within the facility. You're caught in the middle of the complex and often weird dynamics of the prisoners and the nurse. As you struggle to keep your own moral compass intact.

posted from my ao3, the story got 7000+ hits and on wattpad it is 50k+, ongoing. It contains smut and violence etc.

wc: 8,4k

NOTE: you will notice how my writing style goes from mediocre to better, since I improved while writing. I took multiple chapters and put them here. Enjoy.

The air was brisk with the hint of winter approaching, yet the dullness of the weather was almost comforting in its familiarity. Despite the lack of sunlight, the sky was a vivid shade of grey that seemed to stretch on for miles, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

As you walked down the hallway to your break room, you sensed a shift in the atmosphere.

your friend, another nurse named Sarah, was already waiting for you.

Sarah greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hey, what's up?" you asked, while she's motioning for you to take a seat.

"There's an organization coming to the facility," she said.

"It's Bonten."

Your eyes widened in surprise, Bonten is japan's most dangerous and powerful criminal organization, them getting arrested is a shock somehow, also the fact that you didn't know about it is also surprising, such news, people would not be discreet about it.

"Wait, how do you know this?"

you asked, you voice laced with apprehension.

she shrugged. "I overheard a conversation between two of the guards," she explained.

"They were talking about how everyone needs to be on high alert for this group."

" wait, when are they coming?" you ask curious.

" I'm not sure, maybe tomorrow or even today."

As you two continued your conversation, the tension in the air grew thick. The facility you worked in was known for its strict security protocols, yet with a dangerous organization on its way, it seemed as though even those measures might not be enough.

you couldn't help but feel a tinge of uneasiness as you looked around the break room. The walls were made of a cold, grey concrete, and the fluorescent lights above them provided a harsh, unnatural glow.

It made you wonder how such a dangerous group could fit into such a sterile environment.

Despite their good looks, they were tough, the breaking news about their attacks interrupting your favourite show are proof.

The thought of a dangerous organization potentially endangering the security of the facility, and the people within it, made you both visibly uneasy.

but somehow you're wondering how could such a powerful crime organization's most powerful members get arrested? It's almost unbelievable.

The nurse took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "We'll just have to do everything we can to keep the facility safe," she said with a determined look on her face. "And hope for the best."

"oh! also," you questioned, as if you just remembered asking.

" why didn't they tell us about bonten's arrival? What seems to me it's very important news and we must be informed."

you declare kinda frowning your eyebrows.

" I agree, but probably they will inform us later on." she reply.

you were about to change the topic as you feel your cellphone ring, you excuse yourself to Sarah and get up to answer the phone, it's Dr. Yoshida, doctor in the facility, an attending physician, the head of the medical team, there are ten nurses here in overall, they separated each in duos, and each pair work in an accommodation building, with an equipped nursery room, nothing serious happens, maybe healing the wounds of some inmates who got into a fight. Or normal checkups.

" Hello Ms Y/n." he says in a flat tone,

" I'd like to see you at my office right now if you're not busy."

a line appeared between your brows as you press your lips together, you were wondering why is he suddenly calling you to come at his office, hoping it's nothing too serious.

"oh? is there something wrong Doctor?" you say in a fake enthusiastic tone, just to seem polite, you know.

"I'll tell you once you come to my office Miss y/n." He replies. "I'm waiting for you." he dryly says before hanging up.

you dramatically breath out, Sarah is glancing at you with a concerned look,

" I hope it's nothing too serious! He can be an asshole sometimes." she adds, with a smile.

" Pray for me." you say sarcastically wearing a smile, as you open the door to head out to his office.

making your way down the long corridor, the sounds of heavy footsteps echoed around you. You could sense that something was happening, and as you turned the corner, you saw the large, heavily-muscled guards leading a group of prisoners towards their cells. At first, you thought it was a routine transfer, but as you got closer, you noticed something that made your heart skip a beat.

The prisoners were all so painfully good-looking, each one of them with chiseled features and a sharp, charismatic aura that radiated off of them. It was clear that they were members of Bonten.

As your eyes scanned the room, something caught your attention. There was a group of six men, all of them with two guards surrounding them except for one. He had pink hair cut in a mullet, and eyes that were the clearest shade of blue. A sinister smile played across his lips as he muttered something to one of the guards, who looked visibly distressed. From the horrified look on the guard's face, you could only imagine the sort of unhinged words he had said.

Eyeing each of the men, you noted that the one with short white hair looked exhausted, while the man with the shoulder-length purple hair looked more than irritated. There was another tall, white-haired man. His refined posture and graceful movement made him look like a model straight out of the nineties, and it was hard to reconcile his elegant demeanor with the fact that he was being led to his cell. It was almost disbelief-inducing to see him being handled in such a manner.

The black-haired man, with a scar on his face, looked down with a regretful expression, almost as if he was feeling remorseful for his actions. The final man, who was tall and had a slicked-back hairstyle, looked similar to the irritated man, and it made you wonder if the two might be related.

as he walked past, you felt your breath catch in your chest, and your eyes met for a brief moment. Piercing purple eyes that seemed to bore right into your soul. It makes you feel something as he gazes at you with an unbothered yet seductive look, as you stare at his lazy smirk and piercing eyes everything seems to slow down for a moment. But the world speeds back and walks away.

The tension was palpable, and you could feel your heart racing as you watched him disappear into the halls.

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The air was heavy and stifling, the scent of sweat and bleach lingering in the air. The background noise of prisoners' muted conversations was barely audible, as if even they lacked the energy to speak at full volume. The sound of your footsteps echoed down the long and empty hallways, casting a dull and foreboding mood over the already depressing atmosphere. The energy in this place was far from cozy and welcoming, it was as if someone had purposely put a grey filter over everything. Nonetheless, you had grown used to it over time.

you approached Dr Yoshida's office, trying to appear calm and collected as you entered the room. He was sitting behind his desk, his eyes glued to the computer screen as he worked. Without raising his head, he gestured for you to take a seat.

"What's going on?" you asked, your tone sounding more harsh than you pictured it.

He leaned back in his chair, his expression becoming more serious. " Did you know that Bonten just came here today? " He asked.

" I already know about that, I was walking down the hallway and saw a group of guards escorting them to their cells." you reply in a clear voice.

" That's good to hear."

" I called you because I wanted to inform you that we had a change in our schedules, and we switched your night shift to today, I hope you don't mind." he simply declares,

Swallowing dryly, unable to wet your parched throat. Feeling frustrated that you were told in the last minute, another thing you hated about this job; the sudden schedule changes.

" I see, thanks for informing me Dr." you say, your voice dropping to a whisper.

" It's my pleasure." he reply, shifting his attention back to his computer as you get up to leave the room.

As you approach the break room, your mind drifts back to the moment you locked eyes with the prisoner. The memory of his sluggish smile and careless demeanor plays over and over in your head. Despite his criminal status, something about him still holds a certain appeal for you. However, you remind yourself of the danger he poses. He's not just a criminal, he's a murderer and a gang member, and he probably took the lives of many. He could have taken yours too, yet here you are with your stomach still all fuzzy from the encounter earlier, like your body's reacting to some unspoken primal urge triggered by his presence. You must be ovulating.

"Sarah, you won't believe it," you said, opening the door, glancing at her you notice she's in her casual clothes, obviously the end of her shift. Normal it's almost 7pm.

"They switched my shift last minute, and now I'm on night duty. Can you believe it?"

Sarah shook her head in disbelief. "That's crazy, Y/n. You must be exhausted." She says feeling sorry for you.

"Exhausted doesn't even begin to cover it," you replied with a sigh. "I've been running around all day, trying to make sure that the inmates are taken care of. And now I have to stay up all night too? It's just not fair."

" And you know the crazy part? I literally met bonten on my way to his office."

" No way." she replies in shock, putting her palm around her mouth as she gazed at you.

"Girl, oh, my, god." she says again wide eyes and jaw dropped.

" Tell me about it!" she almost yells, bouncing in her seat.

" Okay, okay, so,"

you definitely were not planning on telling her about the 'encounter' you had with one of them.

" I was walking minding my own business, then I saw many armed guards escorting some men, at first I thought it was just a casual transfer but no! It was bonten, I just guessed it by the way they looked, they were out of the ordinary and their presence was suffocating." you said as you sat on one of the chairs next to Sarah.

" Describe me the way they looked like, were they hot?? what vibes do they give off? are they tall—" she didn't even get the chance to continue her bombarment of questions that her phone started ringing.

"Shit it's my boyfriend, he must be waiting for me. Bye love." she hurriedly adds as she places a rapid kiss on your cheek before deserting the room.

having yourself your only company you sigh, slumped over in your chair. Your posture betraying the weariness that had settled deep into your bones.

as the time passes, you feel even more fatigued. You rubbed your emples with a gentle, circular motion, seeking relief from the persistent ache that throbbed behind your eyes as if exhaustion had lodged itself deep within your skull.

Your legs feel like soft noodles and keeping your eyes open is more than a simple task. It's already three in the morning, you had some paper work managing a patient's record.

sitting behind your personal desk in the nursery room. You take off your glasses as you rub the temple of your nose. Re-reading the same paragraph three times before giving up. You hear knocking on the door.

" Come in." you simply say, not giving efforts into your answer.

" Hello Ms y/n." a deep voice greets.

Laying your eyes on him, you recognize him, it's one of the guards.

" I'm really sorry for disturbing you, but I may need your help. There's this prisoner, he's not feeling well and I would really appreciate it if you give us a little bit of your time and check up on his health." He declares again, stroking the back of his head.

" sure let's go." you reply.

It's not like you have a choice right?

As you neared the end of the hall, The guard carefully pulled out a key and unlocked the door, leading you into a dimly lit cell. Inside, not a prisoner, but two. And to your surprise one of them was a member of bonten. Pink hair, blue eyes.

you didn't know how to feel about this, you were exhausted enough. Moving with slow, weary motions.

you sense his strong gaze on you, his aura enough can make you feel sick.

as you glance at the second inmate, he had disheveled hair and a scraggly beard, sitting cross-legged on a cot.

"I need to assess your blood pressure and heart rate," you finally said, removing the stethoscope from around your neck, and holding a blood pressure cuff from your pocket. You nodded slowly and approached the prisoner. as you placed the stethoscope on the prisoner's chest and began to wrap the blood pressure cuff around his arm, you could feel the heat of the intensity of the pink haired's glares, as he watched your every single move.

the prisoner you were checking was cooperative and didn't cause any trouble, but you felt the tension in the air as you worked. The second prisoner's cold, calculating gaze made you feel like you were being weighed and measured, The weight of his stare makes your neck feel stiff and your legs soft.

his gaze so intense that it was almost painful. You forced yourself to focus on your work, trying to pretend that there wasn't a dangerous criminal organization member right beside you.

The man with the piercing blue eyes watched as you gently placed the stethoscope on the prisoner's chest, and wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his arm. The way you interacted with him was almost tender, and he felt a pang of jealousy stir within him. He couldn't quite explain it, but something about your compassion and care for the prisoner made the blue-eyed man feel something.

" It's nothing too serious, you just have a lack of nutrients. Next time don't skip your meals, I know the cantine's food is not the best but just try to eat, okay?" You said as you chuckled, almost forgetting the presence of the other inmate.

his heart almost skipped a beat. The way you laughed so softly, as he kept on watching you, he felt something inside of him awaken, as if he had just discovered a new side of himself that he never knew existed.

finishing your checks as quickly as you could, eager to get out of the cell and away from the blue eyed's intense gaze. as the guard closed the door behind.

you could feel his eyes on you, even through the steel door. You shuddered, glad to be out of there.

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You sighed, exhausted, as you looked for your ring. The cold wind caressed your skin, and the deep blue sky was an endless abyss, almost the end of your night duty. The long night was almost over, but the search for your ring was far from over. It was an invaluable possession that cost you a fortune, and you couldn't afford to lose it. You clutched it in your hand and breathed a sigh of relief, putting it on your desk.

Just when you thought you could finally rest, a knock on the door startled you, making you hit your head hard against the desk. You cursed under your breath you opened the door to find a guard standing there, his expression serious as he held the wounded prisoner's arm. It was bleeding terribly, drops of blood falling on the floor on a melodic rythme.

As you just realize whose hand is bleeding. His beautiful ice cold blue eyes piercing right into your skull, Bonten's number two.

and your hands began to shake as you immediately invited the the prisoner in. Closing the door behind you, making you both alone in the room.

"What happened?" you gasped, a line forming between your eyebrows.

" It was an accident." the pink haired responded.

His voice was deep, almost ethereal, with a rasp that added texture and warmth to the sound. It was a captivating combination, one that caused a strange sensation to wash over you. Deep inside, your heart seemed to stumble, your breath quickening in response to the seductive power of his speech. You could feel a heat rising in your cheeks, and your stomach tightened in response to the sound of his voice.

As you began to clean the wound, your eyes remained fixed on the task at hand. You tried to ignore the way your heart was racing in your chest, but it was impossible to ignore when the beat was pounding against your chest like a drum. The cut was deep and severe, but you couldn't help the way your hand trembled as you started to clean it.

Every touch of your hand caused him to flinch, and you could feel the tension in the air intensifying with every movement. The heat of his skin against your fingers was almost palpable, and the soft sound of his breathing filled the silence. You could hear every sound, from the rustle of his clothes as he moved to the sound of his heartbeat pulsing in his veins. It was almost too much to bear, but you knew you had to stay focused.

checking his vital signs and monitoring his condition. you knew it was your duty as a nurse to provide care for all patients, regardless of their past or their personality.

as you worked, you couldn't help but wonder what had led him to end up in this situation.

The man's eyes were heavy-lidded, his stare sending a shiver down your spine. Your legs grew weak under the weight of his gaze. You struggled to maintain focus on your task, your thoughts racing with a million possibilities as you worked on his wound. He refused to speak, his stoic glare fixed on your every move..

glancing at you with an intensity that made you uneasy, you were torn between your sympathy for him and your fear of him, the mixture of emotions was confusing.

your hands trembled as you tried to focus on the task at hand, knowing that one wrong move could lead to disaster. The tension was unbearable, like a thick fog hanging in the air, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were in danger. you knew you had to be careful, that this man could easily overpower you if he wanted to, but you couldn't resist the little attraction you felt towards him.

Suddenly, after an eternity of silence, he spoke, " What's your name?"

his deep and smoky voice sending a shiver down your spine. As you finally dared to look at him, you were taken aback by the raw beauty of his features up close. His blue eyes were as bright as the sky, but you couldn't ignore the deadly danger that lurked behind them.

In a voice that barely betrayed a shake of nerves, you answered, "My name is Y/n."

" and you?" you question back.

Sanzu's eyes locked with yours for a moment, as if he were trying to gauge your intentions, then he broke the eye contact, his face reddening slightly. "My name is Sanzu Haruchiyo," he said. His voice was low and rough, and you couldn't help a small flare of excitement at the sound of it.

Shifting your attention back to his cut, you grabbed the bandages from the table near the desk. Sanzu flinched at your touch, the blood dripping from his wound. His blue eyes remained fixed on you, studying every move you made.

"Have you always worked here?" Sanzu asked again. His deep, rough voice was like a velvet caress, sending shivers down your spine. You doubted that the notorious member of a dangerous criminal organization was interested in you. "Yes, but only for two years, I'm still new." you reply, your voice steady.

his gaze met yours, and for a moment, you felt a connection. But then the moment was gone, and you were left wondering what he was really thinking.

As you finished wrapping the bandage around his arm, you were relieved to find that the bleeding had slowed down. Wearily, you got up,for a moment, your legs felt weak from the long hours you had been on your feet. The fatigue hit you suddenly, and you found yourself almost tripping. But before you knew it, he had grabbed your arm and pulled you quickly towards him.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and you almost fell backward, but he held onto you, pulling you close to his frame. Your chest was pressed against his face, and you felt the intimacy of the moment. You were almost at the mercy of his strength, as he pulled you close to him, your pelvis pressed between his legs. For a second, time seemed to slow down. The adrenaline was coursing through your veins, and your pulse was racing. You found yourself standing up, with him still holding onto your arm. Your muscles were weak from the long hours of work, but he held you up as if it were nothing.

You felt a strange sense of powerlessness, as if he had all the control. You were so close to him that you could feel his breath on your neck, and his gaze was intense. It was almost as if he was sizing you up for the first time and trying to understand your motivations. For a second, you thought that his expression softened, and you thought you saw a hint of a smile on his face, but then it was gone. Instead, his eyes were cold and dispassionate, as if he was trying to determine your next move. It was a strange and unsettling feeling, being so close to him like this.

"Better be careful next time." he says, dropping your hand. Your heart speeds up as you realize that you're still pressed against his legs, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"I'll be." you say still speechless from what just happened.

He just looks at you with a slight smirk, his intense gaze making you feel oddly self-conscious. For a moment, you feel like the world is spinning around you, and you struggle to regain your footing.

"Your wound is quite severe, I've cleaned it thoroughly with alcohol. Do not touch it with anything else until you come back tomorrow. I'll schedule an appointment for you then. Until then, take care and rest - this wound needs healing time."

Despite your best efforts to maintain your composure, the sound of your voice betrays your true emotions. Your words come out in a rush, and you can hear the catch in your breath. It's clear that what just happened had a significant impact on you, even if you're trying to pretend that it didn't.

"Yes ma'am." he replies with a smile that reveals his beautiful dimples as his eyes squint,

,,there's a hint of softness in his eyes that catches you off guard. You wonder if you've been reading him wrong this entire time.

He rises from the bed and heads for the door, his arms spread wide. "See you tomorrow, miss nurse," he says, his voice firm and confident. But as he says the words, his expression falters for a fraction of a second, his eyes darting up and down your body before he turns and walks out the door. Your heart drops into your stomach as you watch him go. It's like you're seeing two different people at once, and you can't quite figure out which is the real him. As the door closes behind him, the guard slips handcuffs on his wrists, and they both leave. The nursery room suddenly feels empty and cold without them. You wonder if you've seen the last of him, but you can't help but feel like there's more to the story than meets the eye.

As you check the time, you let out a deep sigh of relief. It's already the end of your shift, and you can finally escape the chaotic atmosphere of the nursery. Looking for the ring you put on the desk earlier, you search high and low, but it's nowhere to be found. Despite your best efforts, you can't locate it, and finally, you give up. With your bag and keys in hand, you make your way home, feeling disappointed and annoyed that you were unable to find your ring.

In the dimly lit cell, the pink-haired man laid back on his narrow bed, his pale skin glinting with the morning light that shone in from the small square window above. One hand caressed the silver chain of his snake necklace, while the other held a small silver ring that now dangled from it. He gazed at it with a small smirk, as if pleased with a secret only he knew.

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The room is a dreary, dimly lit cafeteria with stained metal tables and chairs. The harsh white florescent lights buzz overhead, casting a yellow tinge to everything around.

The air is thick with the scent of cheap food and sweat that has accumulated over the years. In one corner stands a large stainless steel refrigerator, a few empty metal trays leaning against it. The distant sound of dishes clanging and people chatting can be heard, but the voices are muffled as if coming from another world. The room feels lifeless and depressing, as if no one has ever been there before.

as the group of men sit around the table. The white-haired man speaks up, "Sanzu has officially lost his mind." He says this with a hint of concern in his voice.

The purple-haired man sitting next to Sanzu glares, "That was one of the stupidest things you've done so far." He wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulder, then froze, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. After a moment, he slowly relaxed his arm, allowing it to slip from his brother's shoulder. His mouth twitched into a thin smile, revealing the hint of a dimple in his cheek.

He directs his attention back to the group, "But not gonna lie, I would've done the same. I've seen her, and she looked absolutely stunning." he added.

His brother's expression turns to concern, and he gives him a side glare. "You both are acting like you've never seen a chick before." Rindou chimes in, his expression uninterested.

Sanzu rolls his eyes at Rindou's comment, "She's not just a normal chick. She's special." He says, placing his arm on his elbow on the table. (y/n pussy power)

"yeah, so special to the point you cut your arm so she can heal your injury and afterwards you stole her ring to put it inside of your necklace?"

"that's totally normal, yeah definitely." he continued with a sarcastic tone.

The black-haired man speaks up, "Can y'all shut up? Maybe we should focus on getting out of here instead of talking about some nurse." Everyone's attention turns to him, even though his expression is slightly irritated, his tone is calm and rational.

The group falls silent, but Sanzu doesn't seem to be convinced. "Call me crazy, I don't care. As long as I get to see her." He says, putting his arms around his chest and closing his eyes as he holds his head high.

The group is wide-eyed, except for the short white-haired man who sits quietly, looking down at the table with an expressionless face. The majority of the group looks surprised that Sanzu is still going on about the nurse.

"That ring looks cheap as fuck," Kokonoi fixed his gaze on Sanzu's chain, glowering at the silver ring dangling from it. He sat between Sanzu and Kakucho, a tense silence stretching between the three of them.

"I'm actually surprised Sanzu hasn't gone bonkers without his drugs," Ran's voice carries a sense of urgency as he places his hands on the table, drawing everyone's attention.

"Didn't you see how he's all lovey-dovey over that normal gal'? That's worse than seeing him on crack." Rindou bursts out, his normally stoic face contorted with disgust. His arms wave around wildly, as if he's trying to rid himself of the mental image that's causing him such distress.

"You've never seen her face and you're already calling her basic?" Sanzu replies, raising one eyebrow. "Yeah," the other guy replies, struggling to find the right word to describe you. "She's just uh..."

"A nurse," Rindou interjects, causing Sanzu to roll his eyes.

"You don't even know anything about her," Sanzu snaps back, clearly annoyed. "How could you possibly judge her like that?"

"Because I can," Rindou replies, relishing the fact that he got under Sanzu's skin. He props his elbow on the table and rests his under his chin, his hand forming a supportive cradle. Kakucho then speaks, breaking the tense moment, and Rindou's mood seems to lighten as he perks up, ready to hear whatever Kakucho has to say.

" I wonder what Takeomi is doing." Kakucho's spoon rattles against the table, the metallic clang like an exclamation mark to punctuate his statement. The food lay there in front of him, untouched. Kokonoi follows suit, not wasting any time before voicing his agreement. "Yeah, you're right. The food here is disgusting," he says, looking down with disgust at the food.

As they all seem to be in agreement, Ran leans back on his chair and stretches his arms wide, displaying his well-defined Adam's apple. His voice is steady as he continues, "I don't think he can do anything yet. The security is tight, and they don't allow visits from the outside. They're making it even harder."

The tension in the air seems to increase, their collective frustration palpable. The sense of urgency grows, as if they're all feeling the weight of the situation pressing in on them.

Sanzu's grin grows wide as he suggests. "Wait,"

"what if we make someone here work for us..?" The white-haired man, who's been silent until now, suddenly looks up.

Mikey pipes up, his voice echoing through the round table. "That's a great idea." The sound of his voice pierces the silence like a lightning bolt. Everyone immediately ceases their conversations, looking up at the white-haired boy with a mix of shock and excitement.

"We can use that to our advantage, we just need to find the right person and make sure they won't betray us." His voice was as calm and icy cold as a winter storm, with the power to send shivers down the bravest.

Despite the coldness of his tone, there was a sense of authority and control that could make anybody want to obey his every command.

The others nod eagerly, the thought of having an insider on their side filling them with hope. Ran speaks up, his voice a little firmer than before. "We need to be careful, though. We don't want to make any unnecessary enemies."

Kokonoi's voice grows firmer as he continues, "And that person could contact Takeomi and they could plan our escape together." Kokonoi's confidence grows as he lays out the plan, but Ran seems hesitant.

"But the question is, who is it gonna be? All of the people here are scared of us, even the guards," Ran replies, his voice laced with frustration as he starts playing with the bottle of water on the table.

Kokonoi, undeterred, continues, "What if we make Sanzu's nurse work for us?"

Rindou glares at him intensely, clearly disliking the idea. "You are seriously planning to turn a nurse into a traitor? What is wrong with you?" Despite Rindou's disapproval, Kokonoi remains steadfast, his voice strong and determined.

"Think about it. She has access to all the medical supplies on the prison. We could use that to our advantage, to get what we need for our plan, she could even steal the facility's map for us."Kokonoi continues on, running his hand through his flawlessly smooth and long hair as he speaks.

"There's no way she could agree to this." Kakucho replies, clearly considering the idea of making you work for them.

"If she doesn't agree, we just threaten to dismember her family members." Rindou stated, his voice holding no hint of remorse, as though it were perfectly natural to consider such a drastic measure.

"No way we could do that," sanzu snaps, his voice serious but firm.

Rindou's expression turns to one of amusement, his grin widening as he mocks Sanzu's response. "Aww, see who's speaking," he says with a chuckle, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "She made you grow soft, buddy." The barb seems to hit its mark, as Sanzu's expression stiffens further, clearly annoyed at Rindou's taunting.

"Can y'all stop fighting like kids? it's getting on my nerves." Kokonoi interjected, his brow furrowed and his fingers tapping out a steady rhythm on the table. The calculated movement of his hands contrasted with the irritation in his voice, making it clear that he was more than done with the senseless bickering.

" all of this is giving me a headache not gonna lie." Ran spoke up, stretching his lean body, his bicep tendons straining against the fabric of his uniform.

Kakucho's touch on his dark raven hair is an almost unconscious gesture, his hand resting lightly on his locks as he speaks. In that moment, his focus is completely on his words, which flow from his lips with an air of composure. "If we're to do anything, it should be with a purpose, not just on a whim. Let's observe first, see what we can gather and how best to proceed."

Sanzu's gaze momentarily flits down to his bandaged arm, a flicker of a smile playing at his lips as he recalls a particular memory.

The memory of you being pressed against him, his head nuzzled into your neck, and your scent filling his lungs brought a smile to Sanzu's face. In his mind, he could feel the warmth of you against him, the soft texture of your skin, and the familiar scent of your perfume filling his nostrils. It was a comforting thought, enough to make his knees go weak.

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You awoke slowly from your sleep, feeling the familiar pounding of a headache that had started the previous night. Groaning, you sat up and rubbed your aching temples, trying to ease the pain. You were used to long shifts at your job at the prison, but even that couldn't prepare you for the exhausting schedule you had lately.

The light from the city outside was muted by the thick curtains on your window, casting a soft glow over your room. The floorboards creaked beneath your bare feet as you stumbled to the kitchen to make some breakfast although it was 6pm, your stomach growling in protest.

With the aroma of brewing coffee filling your small apartment, you sat down at the dining table to eat your bowl of cereal, feeling the cool tile beneath your feet.

Your body felt worn down from the sickness, a constant ache in your bones and joints that made even the simplest of tasks difficult. You knew you needed to rest, but the pile of paperwork on your desk from the prison was mounting, and you didn't know how long you could put it off.

The pink strawberry bedsheets lay in a crumpled heap on the bed, with used tissues scattered haphazardly across the surface. The sound of yet another sneeze echoes through the room, causing you to shove your head under the covers.

you let out a sigh of frustration before calling in sick to work, eager to spend the day resting in the comfort of your own bed. The sweet scent of cold medicine wafts in the air, mingling with the sounds of the your labored breathing and the occasional sneeze. It's a day dedicated to healing and relaxation, and the you're willing to do whatever it takes to feel better.

The sound of the TV echoed throughout the large, spacious room, filling the space with a mix of dialogue and laughter. The apartment's balcony, located just next to the massive, king-sized bed, offered a panoramic view of the towering Tokyo apartments.

As the sun began to set, the sky turned a stunning shade of gold, casting an ethereal glow over the room. In the kitchen's corner, the modern, minimalistic design featured a sleek, white refrigerator and a stainless steel sink, a small, yet functional, work space. Despite its modest size, the kitchen's design and cozy atmosphere created the perfect environment for the you to unwind after a long day of work.

;;

7:30

Sarah was hunkered down at her desk, working through a mountain of paperwork, the sun from the window casting a warm glow over the room. The silence was interrupted by a forceful knock on her door, causing her to jump in her seat.

She cautiously got up and walked over to the door, her eyes widened as she saw two figures standing outside, a guard on one side and an inmate on the other. The inmate caught her attention, his bright blue eyes and his diamond shaped scars on his face made her realize that this is not a regular prisoner.

Sarah felt a cold sweat prickle at her palms as she hastily wiped them on her pants, trying her best to remain composed. She tried desperately to ignore the sense of unease that crept over her as the man's disappointed gaze met hers, unable to fathom exactly why he seemed unwilling to even acknowledge her presence.

As she gestured towards a chair, her voice quavered, struggling to keep her tone level. The silence in the room was oppressively heavy, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable as she pondered the reasons behind the prisoner's presence. She felt unable to breathe, as if the gravity of the situation was crushing her chest.

his aura making the air feel thick and heavy. She hurriedly checked the paperwork in her hand, ensuring that the prisoner's name matched the one scheduled for an appointment at this date.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she managed to find her voice,

"Uhhh, so..." she started, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to act natural. But his presence was overwhelming, She felt as though his piercing blue eyes were sucking the energy out of her, leaving her feeling drained and exhausted.

As Sarah carefully studied the papers in her hand, trying to confirm that she had the right prisoner for the appointment.

She did her best to ignore the oppressive feeling, trying to hold on to at least some semblance of dignity and professionalism in the presence of this man. But it was a challenge, as his cold, empty stare was almost daunting, as if he had already given up on making his day any better.

Sarah gathered all of her courage and spoke up, trying to sound confident and professional. "Sanzu Haruchiyo, right?" she asked, carefully reading the name on her paper.

His reaction was instant and unexpected, as though he had been waiting for her to mess up or say something. His hands were tightly interlaced on his legs, his expression stoic and devoid of any emotion, as if he had no interest in her presence at all.

But she wasn't willing to give up on her attempts to understand him. Before she even had a chance to ask any more questions, his voice cut through the silence, flat and unemotional. "Where's Y/n?" his question caught her off guard, leaving her feeling vulnerable and on the defensive.

She fought hard to maintain her composure, but it was a struggle. The tension was palpable, and the silence was almost unbearable at times. The question hung in the air like a dark cloud, threatening to swallow her up whole.

In the end, she was left reeling from the impact of his words, as though he had knocked the wind out of her. She didn't know what to say or do, feeling like she had been caught in the middle of a cold war.

"She didn't come, she called in sick for work," she replied, feeling her muscles stiffen as she waited for a response.

She pulled up a chair and sat down across from him, taking a moment to look over her notes. There wasn't much information about him, only that he had been sentenced to life in prison for mass genocide and gang activities. The thought made her uneasy, and she couldn't help but wonder why he wanted to see you.

As she gazed at the pink-haired man, her eye caught something around his neck. It was your ring, dangling from his snake necklace. Her muscles stiffened as she realized that one of your belongings was in his possession.

A mental war raged within her, a flurry of questions and doubts clouding her mind. Why did he have your ring? How did he get it? The realization left her feeling unsettled, her heart racing with a mix of emotions.

His stare made it impossible to make eye contact, making Sarah feel like she was nothing more than a stranger in his world. He was closed off, distant, and she couldn't find a way to break through that wall. Every attempt at conversation felt like it was met with a cold shoulder, leaving her feeling isolated and alone.

he had no interest in making any sort of bond with Sarah. His movements were crisp and deliberate, as though he had already made up his mind about her.

Without even a single glance in her direction, he rose to his feet and walked towards the door. It was as if he had simply been waiting for her to stop talking so he could make his exit, leaving her questioning her own worth as a human being.

Her calls of "Wait!" fell on deaf ears, as he opened the door and vanished from her sight.

the way he spoke to her was flat, with no sign of emotion, and his words hit her like a punch to the gut. It was as though he was a blank slate, devoid of any feelings or thoughts. And yet, those few words sent chills running down her spine, leaving her heart pounding in her chest.

Her day was ruined, and she could only wonder what she had done to deserve such treatment. She felt a sense of emptiness, as if her heart had been ripped from her chest.

As the doors closed behind him, Sarah let out a sigh, leaning back in her chair. Her shoulders sagged with exhaustion, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat. The encounter had left her with a mountain of questions, none of which she could answer on her own. She knew that when you came back to work the next day, she would have a lot to ask.

;;

The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling streets of Tokyo. You sat behind the wheel of your car, feeling the engine hum beneath you as you merged onto the busy expressway.

The morning traffic was already in full swing, a sea of cars and motorbikes streaming by you.

Out your passenger-side window, you caught a glimpse of towering skyscrapers bathed in the morning light, their glass facades glittering and reflecting the sun's rays. As you moved through the crowded streets, the sounds of the city faded into a comforting hum, almost like a lullaby

You felt a little better than yesterday, and a sense of guilt gnawed at you, knowing that you had been absent from work.

As you navigated the busy streets of Tokyo, the vivid memory of the pink-haired man consumed your thoughts. A shiver ran down your spine as you relived the moment you were pressed against him, the sensation still fresh in your mind. You also recalled that you had an appointment for him yesterday, but you weren't present and Sarah had to take responsibility in your stead. The thought of letting someone down, made you feel guilty and incompetent.

The thought of Sarah looking after the pink-haired man's wound filled you with a sense of unease.

Despite your previous encounters with him, the mental image of her touching his skin, healing his wound, and providing comfort was unsettling. The act of physical touch held a certain level of intimacy, one that was difficult to ignore.

Despite all logic, you found yourself feeling a twinge of insecurity at the thought of Sarah taking care of him. In your heart, you knew that he was nothing more than a criminal, and that his presence was anything but comforting. Yet, the feeling persisted, a nagging itch at the back of your mind that you couldn't quite shake off. Why did his presence, and Sarah's caring touch, cause you such discomfort? The answer was unclear, and it troubled you that this stranger's simple action held so much power over your emotions.

The prison stood tall in the morning sunlight, casting a long shadow over the landscape. As you turned into the parking lot, the metal gates and barbed wire loomed above you, a clear reminder of the harsh reality within. The towering concrete building was a symbol of the cold and unfeeling justice system, a stark contrast to the warm and welcoming streets you had just left behind.

As you entered the halls, you were immediately struck by the stark, utilitarian design. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all shades of grey, creating a sense of disquieting monotony.

The thick scent of bleach filled your nostrils, as you gagged slightly, your eyes watering from the strong smell. Despite the unpleasant odor, you pushed forward, determined to get to where you needed to be.

As you turned the corner into the nursery room, you were struck by the stillness in the air. Sarah sat at the computer, absorbed in her work, not even noticing your presence. Her long, wavy red hair was hastily put into a messy bun, and she wore glasses, which obscured her big blue eyes and made them appear smaller.

The only sound seemed to be the soft, steady beeping of a monitor, and the only light came from the fluorescent bulbs overhead. Breaking the silence, you tried to inject some warmth into the room by greeting her with a friendly smile.

"Hey, how's it going?" you asked, sitting down on a nearby chair.

As she finally looks up from her work, she simply greets you with a terse "Hi," and her tone feels forced, making you wonder what might be going on. You were used to her welcoming warmth, and she would normally hug you when she saw you in the mornings. This distant response was out of character, and it was difficult to discern the reason behind it.

Shifting her focus back to her work, you decided not to bother her, not knowing what she might be going through. You sat at the desk, picking up the notes she had used yesterday, feeling a knot form in your stomach as you saw the name "Sanzu Haruchiyo" on the papers. Next to his name was a red line, noting that he had come in for his check-up. It was then that you started to feel uneasy.

You unconsciously place your hand behind your neck and lean back in your chair, which catches Sarah's attention. She eyes you with a curious expression and then asks, "Oh? You removed your ring?"

As you absentmindedly touch your hair, you reply with a firm tone, "No, I think I lost it somewhere."

She stares at you for a while longer before rolling her eyes back to her work, an action that made you feel belittled and provoked. It wasn't a good feeling, and you debated whether you should say something or just leave it alone.

As your mind wandered back to the encounter with Sarah, you made a decision not to engage with her anymore for the day.

The feeling of annoyance at her attitude still lingered, making it difficult to concentrate on your work at hand. You felt an urge to know how she handled the situation with Sanzu, but you kept it to yourself. You decided that dwelling on it would only lead to negative thoughts, so you tried to focus on the present moment, hoping that it would provide you with some solace.

;

As the group sat around the table, Ran turned to Sanzu with a puzzled expression, asking

"Sanzu, why are you so suddenly quiet?"

Their table was located in a crowded bustling room, filled with chatter and laughter, and the only noise coming from their corner was the clattering of plates and silverware.

Rindou, looked over with a mocking tone and said, "Don't you know? His little girlfriend didn't come to work yesterday and now he's all moody."

Sanzu rolled his eyes at the taunt and replied with a tone of indifference, "Shut it, Rindou." He placed his hand below his chin, resting his elbow on the table, as he wore a bored expression, clearly not interested in entertaining Rindou's games.

Kokonoi spoke up, "Apparently they're going to choose some inmates to check up on their health," he began, his hands gently brushing through his hair. He sat comfortably, with his legs crossed, looking refined and sophisticated among the group of friends.

As the group continued their conversations, Mikey chose to stay inside his cell, not interested in their conversations at all. He seemed content with his own company and had no desire to socialize with the others.

kokonoi's words, however, caught Sanzu's attention, as he seemed particularly invested in the topic being discussed.

There was a slight shift in Sanzu's expression, suggesting that he was hoping to see you during his next check-up.

Ran's comments on Sanzu's sudden behavior change left the group intrigued, as it wasn't like him to be so reserved. The air was now filled with curious gazes and the anticipation of seeing what would happen next.

"It's a monthly thing they do," he continued. "Each time it's different inmates." The group was silent, absorbing his words, as they waited for him to elaborate.

Ran chimed in with a playful grin, "I hope some sexy nurse takes care of me." as Ran's brother rolled his eyes at his antics. "What?" Ran retorted defensively, crossing his arms in defiance.

As the conversation shifted to his recent encounter with Sarah, Sanzu was suddenly drawn into the topic.

Ran jumped in to ask about Sanzu's interaction with Sarah yesterday, causing Sanzu to divert his attention. "Yeah, I just got up and left." he replied with a shrug.

"She's fake as fuck." he added, clearly not a fan of Sarah.

Ran tried to understand his friend's decision. "But how do you know? You didn't even have a proper conversation with her."

Sanzu shook his head. "It's just instinct, man. And I know I'm always right when it comes to these things."

" I just don't like that bitch." he says again.

Kokonoi and the others noticed the shift in Sanzu's behavior and speculated that he might be growing dependent on you. They also couldn't help but notice a slight change in his attitude, as he became more reserved and distant than he had been before.

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TOKYO REV BOYS WITH A S/O WITH PARENT ISSUES

SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN A LONG TIME! I WAS REALLY BUSY WITH LIFE PROBLEMS!!

lmao this has been in my drafts for almost two years, 2021 tokyo revengers was true peak ngl<333

baji/mikey/ran/( before timeskip )

w’s; parental abuse, mention of physical abuse, fmc, you will notice a change in the writing style, since i’ve written this a long time ago, and i decided to continue it, i hope y’all don’t mind it <3

requests: OPEN!

my requests are open however i could only write about tokyo revengers maybe karma akabane since he’s the loml, and also some webtoon characters, just ask me in the dms or the ask me anything on my profile ^_^

BAJI

just to be clear, baji hates your parents, especially your mother, ´how a mother could be that rough ?’ him who grew up with a loving and caring mother, he couldn’t understand.

well your parents didn’t know that you're dating a delinquent, if they find out they will probably disown you or make your life a living hell until you break up with him.

does he give a shit that you're not allowed to date him? no. Will he do everything he could to stay with you? Yes.

It was dark at this time, your boyfriend aka baji keisuke helped you break through that night, it was a routine for you guys, your parents are extremely strict with you, they don't let you go out alone, not even for five minutes, you’re not allowed to even talk to boys, pathetic right ?

but here you are dating a gang member, some people will say that he’s using you, manipulating you,, that he’s a bad influence for you, is a nuisance for you, But actually that ‘bad person’ was the only person that made you feel loved.

“kei! stop it!!” You yelled at your boyfriend who is currently holding you on his shoulder like a merchandise, worthy of a cliché anime shojo.

“let’s go for a ride sweetheart.” he said with that provocative grin showing his magnificent white fangs.

heading towards his motorcycle which was at the other end of the parking lot, it was really dark, and windy, we could barely see anything except his engine under the only source of light, no surprise, it was tree in the morning.

“okay but i can walk by my own you know.”

“Nope, don’t want my pretty woman get tired while walking”

You sighed and said ; “ I doubt that.”

“you should not.” he clearly said, you two alone, his deep voice was the only thing heard in the cold parking lot.

in front of his black motorbike, baji was already seated waiting for you to position yourself behind him.

“okay kei, but i should come back home before 4am or my parents wi-”

you hadn't even had time to continue your sentence that you hear a familiar voice interrupting you.

“Y/N!” this horrible voice, that would be able to startle the bravest.

at this moment you felt like there was death right in front of you. even death would be better. fear, terror, panic; all those horrendous feelings were dancing inside you.

tears were forming in your eyes, your knees were shaking, you didn't dare turn around to face them.

keisuke was speechless, wide eyed, his brain couldn't process what was going on right now.

taking a deep breath, you returned to face your so called called parents. trying your best to show them that you’re not petrified.

your mother and your father were right in front of you, angry expressions on their faces. They probably checked your laptop and saw your chats with your boyfriend.

“Y/n..How dare you to do this to us?! This is your thank you to everything we did to you? Sneaking out late at night to meet who?! A fucking criminal ?”

“keisuke isn’t a criminal. The only criminals here are you, dad and mom.”

“You always judge me degrade me humiliate me, For my good huh? my feelings are always invalid for you, you just want me to control me like a marionette, it’s so soul crushing seeing other people with loving parents and a normal life. Put the blame on me this time like you always do, but remember that this man right here, did the job you could never accomplish.”

you say, trying your best to not break down in front them.

You can see the enraged expressions in you parents face, your father walked up to you, hand raised to the highest ready to slap you in the face.

Baji got up from his motorbike and stood in front of you.

“Try to touch her, I dare you.”

MIKEY

as you walked down the narrow sidewalk, you felt the cold wind whipping against your face. It was a gloomy day in Tokyo, with thick clouds blocking out the sun and the ground wet from recent rain.

The buildings around you cast long shadows across the streets, and the sounds of traffic were muffled by the dampened air.

Looking around, you saw small apartments with faded facades, cramped convenience stores with bright neon signs, and tiny bars with chairs lined up outside. The streets were crowded with all ages of people, from children in their school uniforms to elderly couples strolling hand in hand.

as you walked on, the your mood was gloomy to match the weather. You felt a sense of loneliness wash over you, and a longing for something more. Maybe it was the city, with its ever-present noise and crowds, that was making you feel this way. or maybe it was something else, ( i wonder who lol )

you kept walking, lost in your thoughts, until you reached a small park with a pond. The park was empty, and the only sound was the faint plashing of water. you sat down on a bench and closed your eyes.

holding your phone to check the time, you came fifteen minutes early, every wednesday you meet up with your boyfriend, it’s like a date, but not really since you can’t stay more than thirty minutes or your parents might suspect something.

but you were positive, somewhat, you had mikey, and he loved you right?

soon enough you hear footsteps behind you, excitement rush over your body, it has been more than five days since the last time you’ve seen him, you missed the sound his voice and the way his eyes squint when he smiles, silly right?

you turn around to see him standing with a a bouquet of flower, wearing a denim jacket with a white shirt underneath, and some plain black pants, he wasn’t wearing his gang outfit, which was surprising to you, he looked more charming in casual clothes and you can’t deny that it made your heart flutter.

“hey baby.” he adresses in a smoky tone, he was smiling happy to see you.

all of your doubts evaporated, just the sight of him is enough to make you forget about all your problems, how can he be so ethereal?

“ I missed you.” you admit breathily, standing up to hug him, the smell of his cologne tickling your nose, he puts his hand around your waist, taking you into his embrace.

“ so how was your day?” you ask childishly in a small voice,

“ it was horrible, until I saw you, now it’s probably one of the best days ever.” he says glancing down at you, his sentence doesn’t fail to make you chuckle.

“ and your day?” he asks in return.

“ you know, school and home, nothing interesting.” you simply say.

“ you snuck out from cram school?” he curiously asks while glancing at you.

“ yeah, my friend is covering me, and if someone finds out, I’m fucked up, I don’t know what my dad would do to me if he finds out that i was sneaking out instead of studying haha.” you say half jokingly, your attempt to make it look like a joke failed since your tone was bitter and awkward,

“ I ain’t allowing that , if someone dares to touch you, I’ll slit their throat.”

“ not even draken can stop me,”

“understood?” he seriously says staring at you, as he takes your hand and and entrelaces it with his.

“ so what are you pla-“ the sound of your phone’s notification sound cuts him off.

“excuse me.” you say as he nods waiting for you to see who it is.

suddenly you feel your stomach drop.

“ it’s my friend, she says that the teachers are getting suspicious, and that I only have a few minutes before they call my parents.” you frown your eyebrows, panic starting to overtake you, unconsciously tapping your leg on the floor from anxiety,

he puts his hand on your thigh, putting a stop to it.

“calm down sweetheart, we will make it, follow me i’ll give you a ride.”

but before you could answer, your boyfriend had already taken you by the hand and was leading you towards his motorcycle. It was a sleek, black bike. you climbed onto the back, your arms wrapped around his waist, and he started the engine.

as you both pulled out from the curb, the sounds of the city were dulled by the roar of the engine. you felt the wind tugging at your hair and the cold air against your face, and you were grateful for the thick jacket that your boyfriend had given you.

he sped through the streets, dodging cars and weaving in and out of traffic.

you boyfriend handled the bike like he was born on it, and you felt a sense of awe and amazement at his skill. It was like you were flying, like you were in your own world with him, free from all the pressures of life.

And then he pulled into a narrow street, and she saw the building that marked the entrance to the tunnel. It was a long, dark passageway, with a bright light at the end.

The light at the end of the tunnel grew brighter and brighter, until you could feel the heat from it on her face. And then you both were through, and out into the open air again, with nothing but sky above you.

you leaned your head against his shoulder, listening to the rhythm of the engine and the beat of your heart. And in that moment, you knew that everything was going to be alright.

RAN

it was a very dark, you were lost in the cold starry night, the feeling of confusion and helplessness overtaking you as you struggled to find your way. Tears steaming down your eyes, the alleyway seemed four times longer than normal.

the empty tokyo streets making the source of light your only companion, you were heading your way towards your bf’s house, Ran, but no one answered your knocking to his door. The house must’ve been empty, he was probably having some business done with his brother.

you needed him, you were seeking his comfort, him holding you like his life depended on it telling you everything is going to be alright, It’s all you needed right now. Slowing down your past, every step was a colossal effort, the lack of sleep and the emotional war inside of you weren’t easy.

standing up, tears drying out, nausea churned your stomach.

The ache in your chest would not relent. It burned without end as though to remind you of your loss. But is it considered a loss at this point?

you sat with your face pressed into your upturned knees. Rethinking your whole life decisions, maybe if you acted differently all of this wouldn’t have happened? you lost everything for the sake of wanting to live, your dear parents have found out about your relationship with the gang leader. They weren’t pleased, you tried to protest but it ended up with a bruise, your chest felt hollow. The cold breeze caressing your face, drying out all your tears, fresh filling your lungs.

you stayed there for a moment, you sigh heavily as you feel a sudden hand wrap around your back.

it was him.

He took your hand in his, his fingers moving softly over your skin. He could feel the tension in your body, the tension that he knew all too well.

“y/n.” he breathily says. For the first time you turn around to face his face, his expression is regretful, as if he somewhat knows what just happened. His hand squeezes yours.

silence your only answer, you jump on his neck taking him into an embrace, trying your best to not break down, your breathing gets heavier.

“they found out, they found out about us.” you uttered.

he puts his hand on your back, pushing you closer to him. Taking your arm up examining the bruise between your elbow, his jaw tightened.

“and he did this to you?” he asked in a flat tone. You nodded.

he looked mad, even though his expression is blank, his eyes look more intimidating than usual, but somewhat it is comprehensible, how dare someone touch his baby?

He leans in, almost touching your nose, he’s wearing a serious expression.

“ from now on, you, stay, with, me.”

“got it?” he expresses, not breaking eye contact.

“what choice do I have?” you murmur, looking down, still feeling shaken up by what just happened with your parents.

he takes your hand, leaning in, making your forehead touch his.

“ y/n, you’re my treasure, your parents were dumb to kick you out. They don't deserve you."

"I'll make sure you're taken care of, my love. You'll always be safe with me." he whispers, still holding your hand, squeezing it.

I’m not really proud of this, but i hope i post better stuff, enjoy! ngl baji’s part is my favourite i find it really hot the way he says “i dare you” *faints*

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