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authorluvgxbby · 2 years

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forget-me-nots

Based on request here

Genre: Angst, Angst and no comfort

Bonten Sanzu x Traitor!Reader

Warnings: Mentions/suggestions of drugs, mentions/suggestions of usage of drugs, suggestions/mentions of death, mentions/suggestions of blood, injury, cursing, trauma, scars, reader dies, torture, weapons, angst

Sanzu sighs, walking over to your quivering form on the bloody floor of your apartment. How pathetic. “Now Doll~” he hums, crouching to meet you at your eye-level, bloody katana in hand, “you know the rules. So there’s no point in cryin’ now.''

True. You did know. You knew what would happen the moment you even thought about betraying Bonten. About betraying Mikey, and the consequences that would follow after doing so.

Slowly, the tip of the blade grazes your arms, now burning and stinging. The pungent odor of copper and flesh fills your once, comforting home, a smell that was absolutely intoxicating to the crazed man in front of you. You were too weak to try to fight back anymore. Your body was growing numb and losing feeling. Everything around you was slowly becoming nothing but a blur and it was getting harder to stay awake for much longer.

“S-sanzu,” you whimper, “please,” you hiccup, “I didn’t have a choice…they were gonna hurt you,” you whimpered, fresh drops of salty tears running down your cracked face and into your bleeding cuts.

He scoffs, “You idiot. You still don’t get it?”

His once amused and bright, blue eyes instantly turn as cold as ice as he casts a contorted look of disgust and disappointment, “It doesn’t matter what happens to me…or to anyone else. All that matters is the king. I thought I had made that clear to you when you first started working for me.” he sighs, pushing off his knees to stand on his feet.

“That’s right…,” you murmur to yourself, slumping against the floor as you give in to the fatigue washing over you, “I did break the rules, I betrayed Mikey, I put the whole organization at risk and that makes me a liability. But, for the most part, it was certainly worth my life.”

Your eyes were void of its usual glint of life and your body grew completely numb and cold. You rest your head against the hardened wall, now staring up at the last person’s face you’ll ever see. “I’m glad that I met you, you know.”

Sanzu quirks a brow, “You're on the verge of dying and yet you have the nerve to say you were glad to have met me? I’m gonna kill you soon.”

You chuckle, shaking your head, “I’d rather it be you than anyone else.”

Despite his cold words and his familiar unreadable poker face, you could tell that something was holding him back from killing you. Or maybe you were just hoping he’d take pity on you. Either way, you were content with what was to come.

You turned your head to watch the pendulum of the wooden clock stored in the small corner of your apartment. You close your eyes, honing in the sound of the miniscule tics counting down the last few moments of your life.

Dying with regrets was way worse than dying itself.

The grim sound of midnight struck, and finally, it was time. You slightly peek an eye out, fluttering your half-lidded eyes as you watch Sanzu put on his black leather gloves.

“Any last words?” His voice was unusually soft, almost calm. It was as if he was getting ready to say goodbye.

You grinned, “That’s awfully generous of you.”

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

Your boss was never one to go back on his word. Even if he was about to kill someone. He was honest, and surprisingly, quite fair.

You couldn’t help but feel pity for him. How lonely he must be.

“Please take better care of yourself in the future and remember to water the flowers,” you smiled up at him one last time, “and if you ever want to talk…just remember I’m always here.”

And that was all.

The little twisted voice laughed and shouted in his head, mocking I told you so!

He knew it was going to happen eventually. He always knew that at some point, he’d be forced to end your life, just like the rest of the traitors murdered by his hand.

High or not, Sanzu could sniff a rat a mile away. That’s what he was good at. What he was trained to do. What he was made for. And, like all the other poor souls that thought they could get away with such treachery, you had met your gruesome demise by his hands. But, despite your actions, he still held a sincerity towards you, even after he had murdered you. Sanzu sighs, throwing his head back against the leather headrest of his office chair.

It’s been a day since your death. Most of the executives of Bonten knew what had happened, but didn’t care much, seeing how Sanzu had gone through more than just a few of his assistants. Everyone just went about their day as usual. Business was business.

Yet, the pink-haired man seemed more distant than usual, which wasn’t missed by his boss.

“Sanzu pay attention.” Mikey’s hardened voice warned.

No matter what he did, his mind was constantly occupied by you.

The things you would do on a normal day, the conversations he had with you on break, even the small things about you, he remembers it all.

And it was fucking bugging him.

His head was pounding at the thought of you. The dead traitor he justifiably murdered in order to preserve the existence of Bonten.

He runs his hands down his face, scooting up to his desk to finish the rest of the paperwork he needed to finish. Picking up some papers, he squints to read some of the fine prints, only to slam them back down on the dark wooden surface.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He glances at the left side of his workspace, studying the small flower pot of tiny blue and yellow flowers.

“Don’t forget to water the flowers.”

That’s right. You had given him those flowers not too long ago. You were so happy when you did, as if you had poured your heart into the gift itself.

He stares at it, as if it were you staring right back at him with that same bright smile of yours.

Sanzu’s fists were balled up until his knuckles showed white, his jaw locked as he glared at the pot. He gets up, grabbing the flowers and chucking them across his office.

I need to forget.

He seats himself back in his chair before hastily digging for the drugs he had kept stored in his office drawer. His hands were shaking before even sniffing the damn stuff.

Why was he shaking? He didn’t know. All he wanted was to forget everything. Forget what he did. Forget you.

He’s quick to dump the powdery contents on his desk, not caring about wasting it. Separating a good amount into four thin lines, he quickly inhales each line, one by one, ignoring the burning fumes of his nose as he finishes most of the contents.

Soon, the familiar rush of adrenaline and the blurriness of his surroundings are present to his now disoriented senses. His mind was groggy, his heartbeat drumming in his ears as he slowly fell unconscious, succumbing to the peaceful darkness of his clouded mind.

I need to forget.

Leaning back into his chair, he relaxes, letting all the tension melt away as his eyes flutter shut, letting the drugs take effect, letting his mind wander back to the past. The past with you, that is.

The first day you had been assigned to him, he thought he’d be through with you in less than a week. But, boy, was he wrong. You were different from the rest of the female workers in Bonten. You didn’t care for money, or fame, or power. Hell, you didn’t even care for sex nor spending time with the other Bonten members.

But, the one thing you did care about was him.

Every morning you would bring Sanzu his usual bitter hazelnut brewed cup of coffee while greeting him with a sickly sweet smile, and in turn, he would return it with the edges of his diamond shaped scarred lips upturned into a small toothy grin followed by his cheesy earl morning greeting, “mornin’ doll~”. It took him a while to warm up to, but you certainly grew on him. Just a bit.

What was more puzzling to him, was your caring and kind nature towards him, despite the knowledge of what he did and the things he’s done.

Whenever he was high out of his mind and curled up on his office chair, you’d always be there to watch over him and do any remaining reports he had long forgotten after seeking solace in the various substances he would carry around in his suit pockets.

Or when he would argue with the Haitani brothers, you’d always take his side, even if he was wrong or just spouting nonsense. Deep down, Sanzu could tell that you had a knack for reading people. For reading him. After all, you were around him most of the time, especially when he would mumble random shit when he was high and asleep.

When he was hurt after coming back from his usual hazardous missions, you were always waiting for him in his office late at night with a first aid kit in hand to patch him up.

When he spent his restless nights drinking his soul away in an old bar, you would sit with him until he passed out cold so you could take him back to your place to sober up.

It was almost ironic how both of you acted so similar, yet so different. It was like you had your own sixth sense that was built into you just so you could take care of the troubled man you’d grown to be fond of. Just like how he had his own to protect Mikey at all costs.

“Why the hell are you around me all the damn time? I don’t pay you to be my caretaker.” he huffs, glaring at you from across from him as you stitch up a cut he had earned not too long ago.

You giggled at his usual gruff behavior, “I thought it was obvious haru,” you grin, the nickname music to the wounded man’s ears as he fights back a smile, forcing out a frown of displeasure.

“I wouldn’t be asking if I knew. And quite calling me that. It’s ‘boss’ to you.” you smiled.

“All right, I’m done!” getting up, you place the medical kit back to where it belongs in the office.

Sanzu groans as he gets up, his body aching all over. Rolling his neck, he turns around, meeting your bright e/c shining eyes.

He narrows his eyes, “What?”

You hummed, “I have something for you.”

“And?” he asks, folding his arms.

You grinned, presenting a small brown garden pot, with small, bright blue flowers. You walk towards the tall man, gently taking his hands one by one to hold the pot. “They’re called ‘forget-me-nots’. I heard they bring luck and protection, so I thought I would stop by the flower shop to buy you some.”

He nods absentmindedly, “You certainly did your homework on a bunch of useless plants.”

Your smile slowly faded, dejected at his words.

“But you’ve missed a couple things.”

You pipe up at his sudden interest, eyes blinking owlishly, “I…did?”

He hums, holding the pot higher to get a better look at the flowers, “It isn’t just a symbol for protection and luck, it also symbolizes true love. The plant has a story of origin, you know.”

Sanzu waltzes over to his desk, gently placing the pot on the corner of his desk and leaning against the opposite side of it.

“The origin of these flowers were based in Germany. The whole name itself was German. The fable behind them starts off with a couple walking near the Danube River and they had came across these bright blue flowers. The man goes to get the flowers for the woman, but in doing so, the flowers were dropped and swept away by the river and in the end tells her that he should never forget him, which is how the flowers got the name ‘forget-me-nots.’ ”

He smirks at your shocked and slightly flushed expression. “I see…then, perhaps I made the wrong choice in flowers?”

“Not at all. I think it conveys quite a message.” he muses. His gaze continues to hold your own.

“I don’t suppose you happen to try to express more than just concern for my safety?” he asked.

You cleared your throat. “As a matter of fact, you're right.”

“And?”

You sigh, cheeks growing warmer as you look to the ground. “I love you Sanzu.”

He already knew that, but he just wanted to hear you say it. He hums pushing off the desk, walking over to where you stood. He brings a hand to tilt your head up to meet his gaze, “That’s quite the statement doll.” He leans over, lips hovering over your own, “Do you wanna know why I keep you around?”

“Why?”

He grins, “It’s cuz’ I love you too.”

Sanzu’s eyes are blown wide, his grip tightening on his chair as he gasps for hair. He was covered in cold sweat. His hair was disheveled, and his hands were trembling.

Why can’t I forget?

He knew why. God he wished he didn’t, but he knew.

It’s because, for the first time in his life, he had truly loved someone who loved him back, and because of him he wouldn’t be able to take your love back anymore. He wouldn’t be able to take back what he did.

“Sanzu?” you whispered, your honied voice catching the attention of the pink-haired man.

“What is it?” he sighs, not paying you any attention as he squints to read what was on the packet of documents he was looking over.

You smiled, “Don’t forget me.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “What?”

“I promise to never forget you, so promise me the same, ok?”

He looked up, staring for a brief moment in bewilderment, before pulling over his cold exterior.

“You mind if I talk with you later doll? Kinda busy right now,” he says gruffly, turning back to the documents scattered across his desk. You chuckled, bowing before exiting his office.

Glancing back to the pot of flowers on his desk, he says “I promise, I’ll never forget you.”

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bluerskiees · 1 year

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Y/n: I asked Sanzu out

Mikey: Oh, I’m sorry

Y/n: Why?

Mikey: Well, I assume he said no

Y/n: No, he said yes

Mikey: Really? Then I’m sorry for him

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piyako · 2 years

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Notice me.

Sanzu x reader / angst

i love how much this change compare to the draft. written during rainy afternoon. originally made for rin but changed just because i want it to be sanzu.

part 2

He's not your favorite anymore.

“Here’s your coffee miss.” The waiter greeted monotonously, serving the cup gently to the table. Arms on the table and one hand supporting your cheek, you looked up to her, grateful that she doesn’t bother to act like she’s okay in front of you.

You can’t blame her though, this rainy afternoon, the peace it formed, the coldness of it and the lullaby it brings, you really can’t blame her for not wanting to work in this comforting weather. Muttering your thanks, she left you with the serenity of rain heavily pouring in May.

You unlocked your phone and dialed a number, fully expecting the other side to pick up. You know better than anyone that that person was sick and tired of your bothersome presence since who knows when, as you heard it yourself, those words he spat out in spite of you.

“What do you want?” the dial tone halted, and a voice answered. Though not quite the voice you wanted to hear. His slow and steady breathing was once a white noise you would always fall asleep to, yet it still will never be the one that you favor.

“How are you today?” you asked. Though he will never be the one to top your list, you still craved his attention. At times, when you looked around admiring things on displays, all you can think about was him.

“Not quite okay.” He answered. Ah, the man with not much words. You remember why you hated talking to him. You don’t like the way he answered everything so straightforwardly. He expected things to be done so quickly, founding no pleasure in conversing with him.

“I’m at the café near your building.” you said gazing up the skyscraper on your left, the one that you always dreaded to be at, knowing well what kind of situation you would be tangled up if you were to be there. You had enough of going up there.

Silence immersed the other line. Seconds later, you heard rustling and a conversation being concluded. Then it was quiet again.

“I’ll be there in fifteen.” He said and the call disconnected without any warning. Again, you always hated how he would do that to you. However, you also found yourself doing it to a conversation that felt tedious. You regrettably understand where he came from.

You roamed your eyes trying to distract yourself from any intrusive thoughts that might be drowning. There was a lot of people walking by the front of the café, some wearing casual, some being formal, probably working in the building you hated. Some even dressed super comfortable, probably just enjoying a stroll, which you thought would be quite inconvenient since its wet.

You smiled to yourself remembering something from your phone’s gallery. You mindlessly scrolled through your phone, searching for that one picture you took using the camera’s timer, with the same current weather. The corner of your mouth tugged upward in reflex seeing it.

As you watch it, the corner of your mouth tugged upward as immediate reaction. You were laughing so genuinely in the picture. You could even remember the way you enjoyed the harsh rain pattering on your skin. The happiness you radiated in the picture was contagious.

The more you observed the picture, the more you realized how important the figure next to you in the picture. Bitter memories surged as you remember how happy you were just by having him next to you. The way your heart dropped a bit, it made you missed him harder. It hurt more than it should.

The way his long-bleached hair was slickened in the rain and his arms wide opened, welcoming the rain onto his skin with beam decorating his face. The way his eyes were permanently fixed on you, admiring his favorite person. You miss him badly.

The tingle of the café’s bell pulled you out of your trance. Turning around, you watched as he elegantly walked towards you.

“Why aren’t you at work?” he asked, sitting on the chair on your opposite. Your eyes dropped to the small screen in your hand, wondering how much time could change a person. It was as if you the person sitting in front you were whole another person.

“I quit.” You clarified. With swift finger movement, you pressed the button on the side of your phone, blackening the screen. Looking at him now, his shoulders looked broader with the way he presented himself. He became much more confident, more, or less conceited, and self-centered, still trusting his king more than anything else.

His face visual changed a lot too. He had cut his hair shorter than he used to prefer as it made his face stood out more, he said. He hated that kind of attention; before. The pink bright color he opted to dye his hair stunned you at first, although you could not deny how attractive it also made him.

“You should dress warmly. It’s getting colder these days.” He spoke. Was that a concern, or was that blatant respond?

None of his word even responded to you anymore. He sounded like he knew better than you. You hated the way he worded his responses. It sounded so demanding, and you missed the person who used to just scold at you. You don’t want it anymore.

“Is she still working with you?” You knew you shouldn’t bring her up, not when he voluntarily ditched his job to meet you. He just nodded, not really meeting your gaze as he ordered his drink to the waiter who just came.

Her face had brightened up with the way she adored the man. She was giving out a smile, her eyes shaped crescent with every word the angelic man muttered to her. A totally different treatment you received earlier. As she walked away, your gaze was trained on her, kind of angry as to how she treated you.

You probably care about her more than he did.

“Can I replace her? Your assistant I mean.” you penetrated deeper. You sure was not expecting anything, but there was a small hope that just sat in the corner of your heart. You hoped that he would notice how he had neglected his relationship with you.

“You’d do a very terrible job.” He snickered. Your blood boiled.

What does he mean by that? You wondered if he acknowledged what your job was. Does he know how hectic your schedule was, and how your bosses always compliment you for your competencies? Does he ever even thought about asking you how your days went by during weekdays?

“You’re the boss. You can hire me as second assistant.” You pressed. His mouth was pressed into thin line, a sign that he had enough.

“Just stay at home. Ask me for money and enjoy life. I have tons to waste.” You sighed. He clicked his tongue as he leaned back, opting to play with his phone instead. It was a sure move to irritate him, as you know how to push his button, courtesy of living with him for more than ten years.

The waiter came back with his espresso shots. She was giggling as he thanked her and leaving the table with dreamy eyes. You had enough of people not appreciating your presence.

“Just how much does it cost to have your time Sanzu-san?”

He flinched at the sudden formality. His eyebrows twitched in annoyance as he put back the cup to the table, not feeling up to it anymore.

“I’m sitting with you in a café, during my work hour. What the fuck are you implying?”

He was right. He was sitting in front of you. Goddamn you and your mouth.

But what’s a twenty-minute break to you when another person could feel his warmth more than you, who stood by his side before all of the luxury?

Sudden flash of memory surged in your head where he was clearly enjoying the intimate touches and kisses of his secretary. You had blamed no one but yourself honestly. You insisted to his co-worker to let him see Sanzu Haruchiyo during work.

Yet the sight that greeted you was leaving a permanent wound on your heart.

You decided maybe it was better to not explain anything when he decided it was not worth to be talk about with you.

“I just thought that maybe working with you could give us more time together.” You conceded.

It hurt to explain things like this to him when it should be a common sense to anyone else. Was it you? Was it because you’re not as good as anyone else that he’s treating you otherwise than he used to?

“Go for a vacation. I’ll pay for everything.” He ended as he one-shot his bitter coffee. The chair creaked loudly as he stood, leaving you without any goodbye, again.

Maybe it was your fault for not changing like he did. Maybe that was why you were clinging to the memory of him instead of accepting him the way he is now. Hence, you decided to leave him, realizing the promise he made to his secretary.

#sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers sanzu #tokyo revengers #bonten #tokrev imagines #tokrev #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu angst #sanzu x you #tokyorev sanzu #bonten sanzu

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sweetbbyshion · 2 years

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Hi Kora!!!

For the prompts can I do Sanzu #51 and Ran #91 please?

Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Ask game!! I'm doing the other one separately

Wounds

-> Haruchiyo Sanzu x Reader (no pronouns used)

characters: Haruchiyo Sanzu

warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, pet names (sweetheart once)

It's 4:47am when there's a loud bang on the door. You get startled and almost fall out of bed with the sudden noise. You grab your phone from the bedside table and see 5 texts from your boyfriend to let you know that he was coming over. Ah, then it must be him almost punching your door. You decide to hurry and go open the door when another loud bang echoes through the apartment and you don't feel like hearing complaints from your neighbors again.

When you open the door, Sanzu is standing there, smiling brightly with a cigarette dangling from his lips, his face all bruised and bloody.

“Took you long enough, sweetheart.”

You give him space to walk inside and he promptly sits on your couch, legs spread, one arm on the backrest of the couch. His head drops back as his free hand lights up the light pink lighter that you gifted him months ago. You grab an ashtray and place it on the coffee table in front of him before going to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. You're tired and can barely keep your eyes open but you can't go back to sleep without checking your reckless boyfriend’s wounds first.

He pats his leg when he sees you, signaling for you to sit on his lap. You sigh and decide to not deny his request or he would become whiny and you can't deal with that right now. He’s gentleman enough to not blow the smoke directly into your face, turning his face slightly to the side when he lets the smoke out. You carefully grab his chin to keep his face in place as you bring a wet cloth to his face to clean the wounds. Sanzu’s eyes are attentively watching your moves and you feel a bit shy under the intense stare.

“You need to be more careful.” you murmur, applying cream on his bruised cheek.

“I’m always careful. You should've seen the other guy.”

You scowl and poke the wound on his cheek, making him let out a hiss as he grabs your wrist to keep your hand away from his face. You take a look at his knuckles and let out a sigh as you see the red spots littering the hands you love to hold. You dip a cotton ball in alcohol and bring it to his hand, completely ignoring his cries of “you're being mean. It hurts!”. He leans over to kiss your forehead, perhaps as a thank you or maybe just because he felt like it. Either way, it made you smile a bit even though you tried to stop it. You were supposed to be mad at him and at how reckless he can be.

“Hey.” he calls for you. “At least I didn’t break any laws.”

“I wouldn't be so sure, Haru.”

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bebesanzu · 2 years

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HAPPY SANZU DAY WITH KANTOU AND TOMAN HARU🥳💖

when I finally accepted the fact that toman sanzu had pink hair wakui gives us him with blonde hair. what am I supposed to believe now

anyways happy birthday to our prettiest boy💕

#won't write a long ass paragraph abt how much I love him bc akksks y'all can tell #as someone on twt said ty wakui for creating sanzu #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers spoilers #sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu #akashi haruchiyo #haruchiyo akashi #tokyo revengers sanzu #tokyorev sanzu #manga coloring

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taeyamayang · 2 years

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LOVE LANGUAGE

ㅡhc on how they show affection

tokyo revengers | haikyuu | jujutsu kaisen

✦ BAJI & SANZU - acts of service

ㅡthe saying "actions speak louder than words" may have taken up a notch by these two. they would do literally anything to show their love (not bc they suck with words, but that could be a possibility too lmao). baji, compared to sanzu, is a bit softer, and by that i mean he is courteous like a gentleman. he opens the door, put his hand over your head when it starts drizzling, reaching high places, tying your laces when he sees it undone, cooking you breakfast in bed, etc. whereas sanzu would go lengths just for you. pick you up from work even if it's hundreds of miles away? sure. climb back to your 6th floor apartment for the wallet you forgot? no problem. punch your asshole-of-a-colleague on his face? he's good at that. these two will show their loyalty and devotion towards the small gestures and favors they do for you. so, better keep an eye on the details.

✦ MITSUYA & DRAKEN - words of affirmation

ㅡmitsuya and draken is the friend and lover 2-in-1 package. when you need someone to support you in times of crisis (mostly mental and emotional crisis) these two will soothe your nerves by their use of words. they have the ability shift your mood positively by the use of reassurance and advices. i'm pretty sure they are not aware of their ability to do so, but their oblivion actually adds to their charm. you just love how they look at you with bewildered faces as they wonder what they have done to cause you to smile from ear to ear. they don't know how much you adore watching and listening to them as they explain their perspective on things. you just love their unique way of thinking.

✦ RINDOU & INUI - physical touch

ㅡgod, these two can't keep their hands to themselves! they love touching, groping, and stroking every part of your body exposed to them. they take advantage of small spaces. they love sitting next to you when you eat out, intertwining hands while walking, when you rake your fingers through their hair as they lay their heads on your lap. they aren't afraid to show their love through intimate touches. hence, these two are probably the best kissers, i mean with the amount of practice they had i wouldn't doubt the premise. just... at night, keep it low for the neighbors.

✦ KOKONOI & HAKKAI - gift giving

ㅡthere are two types of gift givers (based on my expert opinion /sar) one that goes to the mall, picks an item that you like or would best suit you, purchasing it, then having it wrapped in the gifts section. on the other hand, the other type of giver would rather create a gift from scratch. the former is koko and the latter is hakkai. although, there is no "better giver" it's just that the style of giving depends on the person. i hc koko as the type of giver that when he sees an object and instantly reminds you if it, he will purchase it and gives it to you to show that he remembered you. whereas, hakkai, to me, is the type to create something from nothing. he's the type to mess around art materials, crafting a gift while thinking about you.

✦ MIKEY & IZANA - quality time

ㅡthey don't mind killing time looking at a sunsent and sitting next to you, or listen to you talk about a shitty movie you saw the other day, or sit through a rant about your neighbor who refuses to segregate their trash. every second and minute spent with you is precious. they find happiness and comfort in the most mundane moments; as long as the person they are with means so much to them every second is would mean a lot. they probably have one rule when going out tho, they don't want your phones stuck to your face. if they're spending time with you they want your full attention to them because in return they are entirely yours.

missed writing hcs so here ya go. hope ya enjoy it :) also, correct me if i'm wrong cos my memory is a bit hazy. izana has only appeared in the manga and not yet in the anime, right? so if you have not read the manga i suggest you not to search him to avoid spoilers. thanks.

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tokyo-revengers-writings · 2 years

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Whenever You're Ready (Haruchiyo Sanzu x Male!Reader)

A/n: Second time posting this because Tumblr's a bitch wooo! Whatever, happy 100th post! I wanted y'all to know that some things in this story may not be what everyone has experienced but I used my experience to make certain parts of this. Enjoy!

Warnings: Cursing, PTSD, Trauma, sad Haru

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You didn't have to know Sanzu to know that he had problems; even when he covered his childhood scars, everybody knew he was a bit off. To any normal person, Sanzu was hostile and offputting; Sanzu was so damn glad that you weren't normal. You knew him for who he was, not for his work, or for the diamonds that decorated his lips.

You knew Haruchiyo Sanzu, not Bonten's no. 2.

"Haruchiyo," entering the house, you announced, "I brought food!"

Sanzu emerged from the bathroom, "You didn't need to get food! I'm a five-course meal!"

You reached up to give him a hug, "You are the sun, but unfortunately, I can't photosynthesize."

"That's a damn shame, dear," Sanzu chuckled, holding your hand.

"Alright, enough lovey-dovey shit," You put the food on the table, "I was thinking that we could watch a movie tonight?"

"Can we watch a good movie?"

"A Dog's Purpose is a good movie!"

Sanzu sat on the couch, "Not when you make me watch it a million times."

"Fine," You groaned, sitting beside your boyfriend, "We can watch something else, happy?"

Sanzu pouted, "No."

"Come on~" You cooed, "Smile, Haruchiyo!"

Sanzu froze, his blue eyes blown wide open as tears flowed down his cheeks. His lips were parted slightly, emitting small whimpers as his body shook.

"Baby? You alright?"

He didn't flinch.

"Baby," You reached over to touch his arm, "What's going-"

"Don't touch me!" Sanzu screamed, curling himself into a ball, "I didn't touch it, Mikey!"

"Alright, Haru. I'm not going to touch you," You put your hands up, "What's going on, honey?"

"The President's going to finish what he started," Sanzu's voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke.

"Listen to me, Haru. Mikey's not here; you're safe."

Sanzu began to rock himself, "He hurt me once; he won't hesitate to do it again. I should have been more useful and-"

"Mikey's not here, Haruchiyo; I'm here. Your boyfriend is here."

Sanzu lifted his head from his knees, "Baby?"

You nodded, keeping your distance like he asked.

Sanzu blinked a few times and scanned the room, "Where's Mikey?"

"He's not here, Haru. He was never here."

"He... He won't hurt me again?" Sanzu whimpered

"No, sweet boy," You smiled, "You're safe. Can I hold your hand?"

Sanzu nodded, allowing you to scoop his hand into yours as he wiped the remaining tears on his sleeve. His body still trembled, but it was an improvement.

"Mind telling me what happened?"

Sanzu shook his head, "Same thing that happens every time I remember that day."

Sanzu had never told you how he got his scars; you figured he would tell you when the time was right. Maybe this was that time?

"You don't have to tell me everything," You rubbed circles into Sanzu's palms, "But can you at least tell me if I did something?"

"When you said 'Smile, Haruchiyo,' my brain just reminded me of it. Shit, I felt like I was there again."

"Shit, Haru, I'm so sorry-"

"No, no," Sanzu put his arm out, "I should've told you."

"You can tell me now if you're comfortable with it?"

Sanzu nodded, pulling you into his lap as fresh tears poured down his face.

"It's alright, Haruchiyo," You whispered in his ear, "Whenever you're ready."

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secretcheesecakecat · 1 year

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Hey Sanzu I’m feeling lonely can I please get a hug?

Even if it’s a tiny one 👉👈

"[Name]? *puts katana down* i told you i'll be home in a minut- oh? A hug? *smiles* ofc you can, come here. *hugs you and picks you up* we are going home sweetcheeks, i want to cuddle with you now~"

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yandere-wishes · 2 years

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Thinking about Bonten!Baji with a tongue tattoo. Thinking about Bontan!Baji who says he joind the gang becouse he likes to beat people up and get paid for it. But in reality just wants to keep an eye on his childhood bestfriends (Mikey and Sanzu). Thinking about Bonten!Baji that's just a little too unstable, who over indulges in his muders a little too much. Who' started to lose his grip on reality as more and more blood stains his pale hands. Thinking about Bonten!Baji who's incharge of arm dealings, whose gotten addicted to the sound of bullets piercing through flesh. Thinking about Bonten!Baji who's hand hovers above the door knob leading into Kazutora and Chifuyu's pet store, despreat to see his friends, to thank them for keeping him alive in their hearts. Thinking about Bontan!Baji who let's the otherside get a few good punches in because he thinks he deserves the pain, sure he still blows their brains out but that's just second nature at this point. Thinking about Bontan!Baji who leans his head on Sanzu's shoulder when he's too high to think straight, arm outstretched in front of his childhood friend waiting for an injection, a rush, another way to end the pain...

#tokrev baji #tokyo revengers #bonten #bonten!baji #bonten baji #tokyorev sanzu #bonten sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers bonten #bonten x reader

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xfgpng · 1 year

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𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 —

— : [ nsfw ] brat taming, gunplay, slapping, choking, name calling, spanking + overstimulation

— : wc : 625

sanzu loved when you caught an attitude. he knows your exes couldn’t handle your sass, going as far as to warn him about getting involved with you. he was always up for a challenge and god he absolutely loved your bratty attitude.

after all, he knew exactly how to put you in your place.

“i’m sorry” you gasp, gripping the sheets hard enough to rip but he doesn’t seem phased. he has the vibrator pressed right against your clit as he fucks into you. your legs and arms have long since given out and you’re still shaking from your previous orgasm.

he doesn’t let up, doesn’t stop thrusting harder and he won’t remove the vibrator no matter how loud you scream, voice hoarse for over use in the last hour. you know your safe word so you can’t be suffering that badly.

“you’re sorry baby?” he grins, slapping your ass, “that’s too bad”

you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to ignore the ringing in your ears and the stinging sensations of his palm meeting the hot and sensitive skin of your ass and thighs.

“should’ve thought about that before you started bitching, hm?” he chuckles, not really expecting a verbal response from you.

the glint of his gun catches his eye, the lamp turned downwards to cast a low light in your bedroom. he smirks and reaches for it. he knows it’s empty, he always makes sure to check before he takes it out his pockets for the day. he isn’t too worried about anyone trying anything, he does have a fully loaded pistol in the drawer just in case.

“sanzu?” you frown, eyebrows pinching together in confusion when he stops moving all together. you’re in no place to complain, he was nice enough not to gag you as punishment so you try and push your hips backwards.

he tosses the vibrator aside, pulling you up by your throat. his rings cut into your skin and you cry out in shock. it sends a full body shiver through you when he places the end of the gun right against your bottom lip.

“open up slut” he grunts, “you like having your mouth full right?”

your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he fucks into you again, grip on your waist hard enough to sting. it hurts so good and your mouth drops open for him to fuck his gun in and out your mouth.

“that’s it” he smirks, biting his lip when you clench your pussy on purpose. you really were a filthy fucking slut but he only had himself to blame. he tended to spoil you because he liked how good you could be for him.

“are you going to stop acting out?” he asks, voice an octave lower, “gonna stop being a brat?”

you nod, moaning louder as tears run down your pretty face. his cock twitches and throbs at the sight. he was a pervert, getting off whenever he saw your red rimmed eyes, glassy with unshed tears.

he cocks the gun slowly, watching your eyes widen in panic and your pussy spasms, squirting all over your thighs and the sheets.

“nasty whore” he scoffs, pushing your face down into the pillow, “stay fucking still”

you scream out, feeling so overstimulated and fucked raw. your throat hurts and your ass is still stinging. you try to move away, grabbing your pillow but he holds you down.

“i thought you don’t run from this dick baby” he chuckles darkly, “didn’t you say this was your dick?”

you nod your head, moaning wantonly, high and pretty the way he likes.

“good, then lay there and take it” he slaps your cheek, “i’m far from being done with you”

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lucifugousart · 9 months

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Childhood friends bonding moment 🎨🎻

#InkBlossoms AU #tokyo revengers #keisuke baji #haruchiyo sanzu #tokyorevengers #tokyorev #tokrev #baji keisuke #baji #tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu #tokyorev sanzu #tokyo revengers sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyorev baji #tokyo revengers baji #tokyo revengers fanart #InkBlossomsAU

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bluerskiees · 1 year

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Dating Bonten!Sanzu Haruchiyo <3

The pink haired guy— Hanse from Victon :)

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sscarchiyo · 2 years

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grocery shopping with tenjiku

paring(s): izana, kakucho, mucho, sanzu, ran, rindou, shion & koko

contains: crack

✉️ - they broke up into 2 groups of 3, would’ve been 4 but shion and koko did their own thing. hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated, have a good day <3

izana

the list maker

doesn’t know shit on the list

just takes whatever he wants

and kakucho is like “why are you doing this?😔”

and his response? “it’s good for the economy😎”

kakucho

the real list maker

makes sure that everything needed is bought

is the real leader of the group, but don’t tell izana

triple checks the stuff at the end, he cant listen to koko ranting again

definitely the most normal one

mucho

the muscles

mostly carries the bags/basket

hardly ever talks

just nods his head or hums when someone adds something

the time he rlly says something, is if he thinks something on the list is forgotten

sanzu

accidentally hits everyone with the cart, so he lost cart privileges

like izana, he puts whatever he wants in the cart

when the haitanis start fighting he acts like he doesn’t know them

at some point he and ran start fighting too💀

wouldn’t be surprised if he threw in some bleach in there too, for reasons unknown

ran

the one who puts random shit inside

instead of food you’d find, gum, toothbrushes, baby diapers (says they’re for rindou🥺🤞)

most likely to flirt with the sales ladies, old or young he’s leaving with somebody’s number

even forgets they’re there for food

dresses up as lady to mess with the guys…kakucho fell for it once😭

rindou

pushes the cart

hits ran and sanzu’s ankles on purpose

he and sanzu throw ran in the cart, push him into something and leave him there #teamwork

likes to remove all the items just to piss them off

always finds the best lane with less people

shion

walks off by himself

usually stays with ran’s group or koko

but sometimes branches off alone

tends to get lost 😞

king of finding free samples tho

koko

financial aid

either they stole the money

or they forced him to come

depending on what they’ll buy he might return it

definitely the type to add up how much they spent on each grocery run, then one day just slap a massive ass bill on the table going “that’s how much you fuckers owe me”

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