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Chapter Seven Clarity (Bonten Sanzu)

Minors do not interact 18+ fic

Warnings and things: Coercion, Manipulation, Profanity, Sexual Themes, Pet Names, Mentions of Controlled Substances, Brief Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Rape/NonCon, Mentions of Drugging, Implied Kidnapping, Yandere Thoughts/Behavior.

Flashbacks are in pink text!

His head cocked to the side, a single finger dragging lightly along her arm until it reached her shoulder, brushing strands of snow off behind her so he didn’t have a single thing obscuring his line of sight, taking in the soft features of her sleeping face. Sanzu couldn’t be sure what the time was, not that he cared to begin with, he knew he’d been awake for quite some time, his sleep schedule had been nonexistent even before the instance where he’d been shot and trying to get on something consistent was proving to be a challenge. However, his pretty little doctor was regularly lying down for bed around eleven since they’d settled in at her house and he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to see the usual pink blush spread over her cheeks when his arm would wrap around her to hold her through the night. He was undoubtedly making progress with her, more than he’d anticipated he would this early on and needless to say, he was thoroughly enjoying cat and mouse like he’d hoped he would.

‘Shy little thing.’

He couldn’t count the number of times that she’d blushed over the course of their time in her home, eyeing him bashfully and making half-hearted attempts to avoid his advances; the only time she’d truly stood her ground against him had been over the new pain medication she’d switched him to after the morphine. He hadn’t expected her to argue against him, nor threaten him as she had, she’d refused to budge about how large of a dose he could have and wouldn’t even consider hearing him out about his tolerance. It’d taken quite literally every ounce of willpower he possessed not to strangle her in the moment when all he wanted was to wrap his hand around her pretty little throat and squeeze until she was gasping for air, watch panic fill her doe eyes as she struggled against him, watch the moment of acceptance where she’d give up because she couldn’t overpower him. Those moments were some of his favorites, he yearned to see the panic and fear on people’s faces when they knew they were going to die, and Bonten’s number two had never had to hold himself back; this time he had for the sake of his plans.

He'd gone about making attempts to coerce the woman and he’d been sure that it would work, the way she was forever looking at him had been the deciding factor and although he’d wanted to wait a while longer before going there, he’d been willing to if it meant he’d get the dose he needed to manage the pain. He’d been positive that he had her where he wanted her, she’d been looking at him with hearts in her eyes and silently begging him to give her what she wanted, her lavender pools dropping over and over to stare at one thing and one thing only, his lips. She’d wanted a kiss, something so simple that she could’ve made happen herself, but her reserved nature kept her from taking initiative, she hadn’t made a single move to suggest she wanted more than that from him and it’d been a sacrifice he’d been willing to make to get a larger dose, even though he’d wanted to take things slower and wait a little longer before giving into that temptation. Building it up, dragging it out for as long as possible, teasing her with his closeness but not making the move himself, getting her to a point of desperation that she’d be willing to do anything to have what she wanted and he’d almost succeeded, he’d been impulsive and jumped the gun before he’d gotten her to that point.

Sanzu had been so sure that he’d won the moment he’d dropped a pet name on her, her stare had become even more intense as she gazed up at him and she’d behaved as though being called “pretty girl” was the best damn thing that had ever happened to her. She was affection and attention starved, she’d melted into his touch the very first time he’d reached out to her, her doe eyes constantly looking in his direction and staring directly at him until he noticed, submitting to (most of) what he wanted without a fight, her shy behaviors and soft whining just supporting that further. He wasn’t sure exactly how long she’d gone without companionship outside of her career, but it had to of been a long while considering she behaved like a teenage girl would around their first boyfriend, and he was eating it the fuck up for all it’s worth. She was already head over heels for him in a single week, and he could only imagine how brokenhearted she’d be when he had to leave her side so he could touch base with the rest of Bonten’s executives, being absent in her life for a little while would benefit him in the long run and he knew as much.

As reserved as she was, she did have some spunk and he realized that no sooner did she flip on him when he’d pushed to get what he wanted, the lovestruck expression on her face swapping to annoyed and circling back to what had been going on before he started sweet talking her, with her saying that she would not be giving him more than twenty milligrams every six hours. The pinkette had been sure he was at a point when he wasn’t going to be capable of holding back, he’d already anticipated he’d end up snapping her neck before the day was out, he refused to show it but the level of pain he was in was a solid nine out of ten; he needed a larger dose than what she was willing to give. Just when he truly thought it was going to be the end of his game, she’d said she’d give him muscle relaxers during hour three of each dose if it wasn’t enough, she’d been willing to offer him that compromise. He’d agreed because he knew it was the best he was going to get and she wasn’t going to budge about the narcotics, he could see in her pretty face that she was aggravated with him over trying to coerce her and that was when the idea came to him. 

Sanzu was positive he knew what kind of kiss she’d been longing for but since she’d refused to budge on what he wanted and only offered him a compromise, she wouldn’t be getting it. She hadn’t seemed to expect anything from him either after they put the matter of the pain medicine to rest, making attempts to slip out of his grasp so she could retrieve it as promised. He could see from her refusal to look at him that he was on thin ice, he’d sabotage everything he was working for by his own hand if he wasn’t careful and moving forward, he would be far more cautious about how he did things when it came to his pretty little doctor. She’d offered him a compromise so it was only fair that he offered her something as well, it would keep him in her good graces because as it were, he wouldn’t be able to get by right now without her beautiful drugs. Her doe eyes were filled with surprise over his advance, appearing so dumbfounded that it took her a few long seconds to respond after he pressed his lips to hers and the moment that she melted into it was when he pulled back, an innocent little kiss that had her whining for more and her entire face flushed; the woman was so very easy to please.

By the time that first dose kicked in, the executive realized that the white-headed woman hadn’t been blowing smoke about the pills, the high hit him like a truck and masked every bit of the pain he was feeling, so much so that he didn’t need those muscle relaxers she’d mentioned. He’d never seen something as beautiful as she was, her extensive knowledge about all the drugs in her possession already made her perfect and paired with her physical beauty, the woman was flawless. She was exactly what he wanted at his side, something stunning to look at, something reserved that would never go against him, something fragile that relied on only him for protection, something that would be dependent on him and him alone. Ikeda Yuki was all his, he refused to share her with the other executives and low-ranking scum of Bonten, Mikey would be the only exception to that as the king could have anything he wanted but for the upcoming months, he’d be keeping his pretty little doctor hidden away until he didn’t have any other choice but to make her existence known to the others. He’d be enjoying his time playing with her for all it was worth and if he was lucky, she’d never know he’d manipulated her from the get-go; he doubted things would turn out that smoothly, but he could dream.

‘To think I was going to kill her.’

His head tilted against the pillow and arm tightened around her middle as he tugged her body closer to his, she was a heavy sleeper, flipflopping sides without shaking the mattress and he loathed coming to when she wasn’t facing him. He’d had to manipulate her body to do so a number of times in the days they’d been sharing a bed, she’d fall asleep before him after he’d drag her across the mattress to snuggle up against him, she always went about keeping her face hidden in his chest out of shyness, trying to hide her blush. He didn’t think he’d ever shared a bed with a woman and actually felt content with it, as many women as he’d fucked, he’d never slept next to one without being balls deep in their cunt first, save for her. Sanzu couldn’t count the number of times he’d silently talked himself down from spreading her legs open so he could taste her, how many times he’d almost lost against the need to see her face down ass up for him, how many times he’d wanted to fingerfuck her until she was crying for him to split her open, how many times he’d had to resist the urge to bend her over and tease her until she was begging him to wreck her pussy.

‘My pretty girl.’

There wasn’t a snowball chance in hell that he would’ve been able to hold out this long had he not been high every fucking day paired with being shot twelve damn times, he wasn’t healed nearly enough that he could fuck her without popping stitches, the incision sites were still sore and the areas where she’d had to dig out bullet fragments were worse than that. He was looking forward to the day he could split her open, she was the type he would’ve went after in the clubs, the quiet ones that were so easy to feed drinks to. They were desperate for attention and all too trusting, easy to drug when they least expected it, entirely unaware of their surroundings until it was too late; they kept some of them after a test drive, killed the others. The woman curled against him would’ve been a keeper, between how breathtaking she was and how tight he imagined she was, she would’ve been an investment not a one of them would’ve passed up on trying out. He wouldn’t have to share, not this time, she was all his for the long-haul, his pretty little doctor and secret. 

He’d have to find a way to keep an eye on her when he couldn’t be around, his life couldn’t be on pause solely for a woman, as valuable as she was to him, there were matters in Bonten that couldn’t be ignored that he’d have to attend to as second in command and supporting the king would forever be priority over everything else. He already had some ideas for moves he could make that would allow him to check in on his pretty girl at his leisure, but he’d need more assurances that no one would pull up on his property. He may get stuck having to recruit someone specifically as a bodyguard to not only keep her all to himself but to make sure she was forever protected once word finally got out that she was his, he wouldn’t be able to keep the secret forever and he knew as much, someone would find out and with how many enemies he had, they’d all take a shot at his property. If it wasn’t Bonten’s enemies then it would be the average pathetic fuck passing by her on the street or colleagues in the medical community that she regularly communicated with, everyone was a damn threat to what he wanted. 

‘She’ll be asleep a little longer.’

It was still much too early for her to wake up and he knew she wouldn’t of her own accord for a little while longer, he’d practically learned her routine just from observing silently and knew every move she’d make to the latter. When she’d start to wake up, she’d roll onto her stomach, sleepy moans leaving her pretty lips as she struggled to come to, her eyes would remain shut while she worked towards becoming fully conscious. Half her face would bury into her pillow, her right arm would press against the mattress, she’d make whiny breathes and noises that expressed just how much she didn’t want to get out of bed. The process had taken twenty minutes the first time he’d observed it, she’d alternated between trying to push herself up and lifting her head, moaning and whining in protest until finally, her doe eyes fluttered half open, groggy and filled with sleep. Since he’d taken initiative, it made the morning one of his favorite times of day.

‘If she does that one more time-’

The whiny moan that came from the woman lying next to him had his thoughts coming to an abrupt halt, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, simultaneously letting out a huffy breath. She was going to push him over the edge if this kept up, he’d already had to talk himself down numerous times, reminding himself that fucking her without fucking himself up wasn’t possible just yet but even that argument wasn’t going to last much longer. His composure was hanging by a thread and was going to snap before it was all over, his pretty little doctor wasn’t purposely trying to push him over the edge, she was trying to push herself to wake up and making noises of protest was all too normal of a thing for most people. However, she didn’t realize just what those pretty sounds she made did to him, every moan she let out had went straight to his cock and he was unbearably hard to the point that he was ready to pull her on top of him and make her ride, regardless of it ruining his plans. She was a damn tease whether she knew it or not, listening to her whining and watching her shift around into the lewdest positions, he’d silently cursed her numerous times because her clothing left EVERYTHING up to imagination.

‘Fuck me.’

Sanzu had silently cursed himself just as much for getting shot up so many times, he couldn’t do jack shit without risking the incision sites, he was constantly having to keep himself in check so he didn’t overdo it and there was a clear limit on how much he could handle. He’d been pushing himself to walk even when it hurt to do so, using a little more strength each day so he could get back to where he’d been before this mess and although it hadn’t even been a week yet since his surgery, he’d expected himself to be further along than he was. Disregarding his need to get back to headquarters to touch base with Mikey and the other executives so they could bring down justice on the scum that had opposed them, he so wanted to start putting things in motion with the white-headed woman that was driving him mad; he didn’t know just how much more he could handle before he snapped enough to pin her face down ass up and wreck her pretty pussy, regardless of the consequences.

‘Too soon, it’s too soon.’

Bonten’s number two was all too aware of that, he had to be patient and take things slowly, she was the type that would frighten easily, he’d push her away by his own hand if he wasn’t cautious and if that were to happen, she’d be entirely useless to him. Nurture trust with her, build upon the progress he’d already made, continue to give her reasons to desire him, keep giving a little at a time until she was hooked, manipulate circumstances as needed to get her to a point of codependency, take things slowly and everything would fall into place where and when it should.

‘Shit.’

The soft little noise that left her was almost equivalent to a purr, that was enough, he realized that trying to ignore her morning routine wasn’t going to get him anywhere, his head rising from his hand to look at Yuki. Her snow-colored locks were a disheveled mess, partially hiding her face from view, strands strewn over the arm supporting her head and along the pillow, she was lying on her belly, eyes still closed, and lips parted to release soft breathes. His aquamarine eyes were raking over her form for what was probably close to the five hundredth time this morning, taking in everything that was her from her dark lashes to the way the shorter strands of white framed her heart shaped face, the rise and fall of her chest beneath her with each breath. The woman was stunning, entirely flawless and it had to be the reason that he was teetering on the edge of snapping, he’d never desired something as much as he did her and knowing that he couldn’t indulge in her was what had to be driving him mad. He’d been around plenty of beautiful women that did the same damn thing as the one next to him so there was no reason his reaction should be any different than it usually was, the only difference was that he had to wait this time around and as impatient as he was, he knew it was for the best that-

‘Fuck it!’

The last whine had done it, he’d snapped to some degree, not even registering what he was doing in the moment as he grabbed hold of her and forced her onto her back without a word. Her doe eyes snapped open no sooner was her back pressed against the mattress, a dumbfounded expression on her face as he planted himself above her, hands resting on either side of her head and a knee forced between her thighs. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she gazed up at him, not seeming to know what to do with herself as he leaned closer to her, strands of pink brushing her shirt.

“Haruchiyo.”

The pink-haired male could’ve smirked over just how timid she sounded, her lavender pools were staring up at him longingly, just as she had every time that he’d given her one of those three second kisses that she never seemed to be able to get enough of. It may have been too soon in more than a few ways but just because he couldn’t go that far, didn’t mean he couldn’t play around with her since she’d driven him to the point of insanity in the last fifteen minutes with her teasing sounds. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted, Doctor?” he drawled, his tone suggestive; pink was blooming on her cheeks instantly, her small form shifting against the mattress with obvious embarrassment. “That’s why you were making those pretty sounds for me, right?”

“W-what?” the woman responded, sounding anxious; he could’ve giggled over how easy she was to fluster but refrained, taking his time as he inched closer to her.

“You know what.” He retorted easily; she bit harder into her lip, her eyes as wide as saucers and glued to him. “As much as I like the idea, I can’t give you my best right now.”

Her lavender orbs only seemed to have gotten wider when it clicked for her and she realized just what he was getting at, her face was scarlet as she tore her eyes away, breaking their staring contest first as she always did.

“Am I making you nervous, Doctor?” Sanzu pressed, not bothering to hide his teasing tone; she shook her head lightly, refusing to look at him as she did so, and a small smirk formed on his lips. “Look at me, pretty girl.”

Giddiness was threatening to overtake him at how quickly she responded, her doe eyes flicking back to him practically on command and finding his gaze regardless of the blush spreading over her cheeks, that sweet pet name already held power over her. He’d already set a line for himself that he wasn’t going to cross today or any time soon, no fucking her, not until she was completely hooked on him, and he was fully healed; he’d have to find a way to resist whatever temptation was thrown at him. He was already so close to her pretty lips and only holding himself back from diving right in just to see how far he could push her, but she was too far gone to even attempt to stand against him, she hadn’t been awake five minutes yet, so this was undoubtedly the perfect time to play with her. He paused the advance when one of her arms hesitantly rose from her chest, she seemed as though she were deeply considering something for a brief moment before she slid it around his shoulders, her free hand brushing strands of pink away from his face.

“So pretty.” The white-headed woman murmured, not even seeming to register what she’d said aloud; the smirk on his lips widened in response.

‘You really are making this so easy for me, Doctor.’

A quiet squeak came from her when he slid his knee across the mattress, inching further up until it was a few measly centimeters from being pressed against her core, her face filled with embarrassment, her hand made an attempt to retreat but he didn’t let her, catching her wrist and guiding it back to his cheek. As nervous as she was acting, she still had hearts in her eyes as she gazed at him, her lavender orbs cycling through staring into his, flittering to his lips and down further, which hinted at what he already knew she wanted; as impatient as he was to taste her, it wasn’t time yet.

“Haruchiyo.” Yuki spoke softly; his knee inched closer, watching the blush on her cheeks darken at the ministration, his fingers lightly tracing the pink traveling over her nose.

“What is it, pretty girl? You want something, don’t you?” he guessed, already well aware of the thoughts that had surely risen in her head by now; the shy expression on her face was all he needed to see to know he was right, the heat between her thighs said everything that she struggled to but she would say it, he wanted to hear the words come out of her pretty mouth. “Use your words.”

Her eyes were filled with bashfulness and Sanzu was eating it up, he’d never enjoyed the game so much up until now, it only got better by the minute, and he had so many ideas on how he could drag out the fun without pushing his own patience right over the edge. She folded so easily to him, didn’t try to argue against any advances he made on her, she reciprocated them once she got passed her shyness, he’d even noticed her debating countless times about making an advance of her own but never following through, and the look in her eyes right now was the same as when she was considering those things deeply. His eyes lit up when she tugged lightly at his shirt, her arm pressing against his neck in attempts to urge him closer to her and although he’d wanted her to say it, he allowed it this time, inching towards her painstakingly slow until there was hardly any space between them. The executive had expected some form of whining to get him to relent, it seemed to align with her submissive personality and that seemed more plausible, not for her to close the distance all on her own.

‘Fuck, good girl.’

Building her up with those three second innocent kisses was what had gotten him to this point, he never would’ve made it if he’d jumped straight into it, she was so needy and desperate for more that she’d willingly stepped outside of her comfort zone. She initiated the kiss, molded her lips with his once before her composure seemed to falter since they’d never gotten passed that, hardly breaking their kiss before he took over, capturing her lips with his with the determination to make her melt for him. Her arm tightened around his shoulders and free hand moved into his hair as she followed his lead, matching the slow pace he’d set while their lips moved in perfect sync. It was taking every ounce of his willpower to hold himself back from ravaging her mouth the way he wanted to, silently reminding himself that taking things slowly was the best thing he could do for himself and as impatient as he felt to get to that place, the only thing he could do was deal with it until it was safe for him to take things further with her. Rome wasn’t built in a day and as desperate as his pretty little doctor was, building trust with her couldn’t be accomplished with anything but time. 

At the rate that things were going, he estimated that he’d have the white-headed woman where he wanted in three months and as far off as that sounded considering how quickly she’d warmed up to him in just a few days, he was including all the time that he’d have to be away from her for Bonten business and the like. There were matters that he couldn’t ignore and being Mikey’s shadow was at the top of the list, there were a great many things coming up in the next few months from the Gala Koko had been planning for weeks to all the business dealings/meetings Kakucho had set up. He’d have to sacrifice time with her to attend to those dreadfully boring things but when he had the spare time to return to her side for a few days, she’d be as thrilled as a puppy was to see its owner, she was already attached enough that he couldn’t be outside of her line of sight longer than five minutes before she was seeking him out.

‘Don’t rush it.’

A pitiful whimper came from her when he broke the kiss, her lavender pools finding his aquamarine ones without pause, staring up at him pleadingly and silently begging for more, her pretty face filled with longing for him. He shifted just enough to press a kiss to her forehead, pink quickly blooming on her cheeks in response and looking away shyly.

“Good morning, pretty girl.”

‘Fucking tease.’

The single sheet covered everything from her waist down and had he been able to see anything, he would’ve already removed it long before now, but Yuki was the type that wore baggy t-shirts and sweatpants to bed, no over-the-top lingerie like the women in the hostess clubs were forced to wear. He’d have to change that when the time was right, as many times as he’d eye-fucked her over the course of the days they’d been together, it wasn’t enough to imagine just what lied beneath her clothes, what he’d seen of her legs was perfect and what he’d felt of her petite figure was immaculate. Talking himself down proved to be more difficult during every instance he touched her, the small dips and curves of her body were so very tempting to touch, he truly didn’t know how he’d managed to resist this long when she molded against him flawlessly, especially during the nights when she’d be snuggled up against him. Could he have gotten by with it without waking her, absolutely but getting by with it wasn’t the problem, not being able to stop was and he knew himself all too well, he wouldn’t be able to until he’d touched every inch of her, inside and out.

A smirk formed on his lips when a soft hum came from the white-headed woman as she nuzzled against him and grabbed a handful of his shirt, shifting herself so close that there wasn’t even a centimeter between them, he almost bit his tongue off to silence himself when her hip pressed against his dick. She unknowingly made the prettiest sounds, and he would surely never get enough of hearing them, she’d whined at him every time he’d pressed a three second kiss to her pretty lips, her lavender pools silently begging for more. She melted every single time, he’d give her one short kiss every six hours just as she did with his pills and the needy expression that formed on her face when he broke away from her always had giddiness filling him, watching the pink spread over her cheeks and pulling her eyes from his shyly. She was desperate for him, so much so that his own resolve to drag things out was threatening to crumble, cat and mouse was his favorite game to play but seeing how hooked she already was on him made him want to say fuck it. She was already his and if he could find a way to prove that to her, then he wouldn’t necessarily have to keep the game going unless he wanted to. The quiet noises she made were teasing, constantly making him painfully hard with each she’d let out and he was dying to see just how pretty she’d look bouncing on his cock, if he could wait, he’d have the means to record that first time to look back on whenever he wanted.

‘That’s worth the wait.’

As impatient as Sanzu felt, it was worth waiting around for and until then, he could still play around with his pretty little doctor without fucking her, it was all too easy to fluster her, and he was thoroughly enjoying just how fun of a time he had with the simple things; he’d never seen a woman as shy as she was. He could gather that she was the type that would beg and plead, let out soft whines and whimpers, cry in her need to cum or from overstimulation; she’d probably never had a real man before him, only boys that didn’t know how to please a woman. Seeing her reaction every morning upon waking up was a treat, it was the only time of day he’d give her more than innocent pecks since he’d stepped up that part of the game and just yesterday, she’d pouted when their kiss came to an end; she made no movements to initiate another, even with the deep pout on her pretty pink lips. The morning routine hadn’t started just yet, but he didn’t have it in him to wait any longer, easing her onto her back and moving to hover over her as he had for the past three, brushing strands of snow off to the side as he leaned down closer to her. He didn’t know why the idea hadn’t come to him until now, but it wasn’t worth pondering on, she’d be going back to work tomorrow, and he was going to make damn sure that everyoneknew she wasn’t up for grabs. 

As expected, he’d been just gentle enough when he moved her that she didn’t stir, her eyes still closed and soft breathes passing through her lips, the pinkette didn’t anticipate her staying asleep much longer after he made this move. The light kiss he pressed to her nose was the first with no reaction, the next was her cheek, a small shift when he began trailing kisses along her jaw, a sleepy hum coming from her when his lips met her throat; she was starting to come to. He didn’t stop, continuing to press open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat even as she stirred under him, soft little noises leaving her that told him she was growing closer to a semi-conscious state and he could’ve grinned when he noticed the slight roll of her hips, sliding his knee up to fully press against her core for the first time. A breathy moan left her pink lips when he found the spot he wanted where everyone would see it, sucking down with intent and almost lost his focus when her hips rocked, grinding her heat against his knee.

‘Fuck, that’s my good girl.’

He was going to bask in the moment because he was aware that as soon as she awoke, that shyness would take over and she wouldn’t make a move like that again until the next time he woke her up. Sanzu pulled back just long enough to observe the bright red hickey on her pretty ivory skin before latching onto another spot, he’d cover her in his marks so not a soul would dare to approach her when he wasn’t around to deter it. Her sleepy moans were the only sounds filling the empty air, grinding against his knee like a needy slut, heat radiating from between her legs as he trailed marks along her unblemished skin, satisfaction swelling inside him when her arm wound around his neck.

‘That’s it, what a-’

“Haruchiyo.” Yuki spoke; her voice almost came out as a purr and went straight to his dick, running purely off his need for her as he rubbed his arousal against her hip, his hand quickly finding the waistband of her sweatpants. “Haru.”

‘Fuck it.’

Fuck being patient, fuck dragging out the game, fuck taking things slowly; he didn’t have another day in him after hearing the way she moaned his name. She’d fix him when the incisions ripped, recovery time would be extended but that was the last thing he was worried about, he’d find a way to contact the others to let them know he was alive, even if he had to swipe her phone to do so; right now, the only thing on his mind was being balls deep in her tight little cunt. He pulled back from her throat to find her half-lidded eyes glazed over, only partially aware of what was happening, the pink hue running over her cheeks, she looked breathtaking beneath him, and she’d look even more stunning taking his-

‘Shit.’

It felt as though he’d been stabbed with a white-hot iron, muscles tightening and essentially cramping up when the shooting pain hit him like a truck, a slew of curses filling his head because of the shit timing, another few minutes would’ve been all he needed to get what he wanted. It seemed the gods were far from caring about what he wanted and were going to continue to screw with him so long as he was recovering, his side was almost on fire in the areas where she’d had to dig out bullet fragments. His hand retreated from her sweatpants and grasped at his side, managing to maneuver himself just enough that he didn’t collapse on top of her from the pain coursing through him, holding just enough composure to ease himself down onto the mattress next to her. His jaw locked as he clenched his teeth, keeping his expression as neutral as possible when she scrambled to sit up, his lavender orbs wide with alarm and fully awake as she looked him over, quickly making her way to the edge of the bed.

“I’ll get your pills, don’t move.” The woman ordered, her voice entirely collected; it was the same thing every time he almost collapsed in pain, that shyness nonexistent as she’d be in her doctor mindset.

‘Like I can.’

It looked like being patient wasn’t something he could afford to overlook; he’d have to find a way regardless of how tempting she was.

‘Fucking shit.’

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Chapter Six Clarity (Bonten Sanzu)

Minors do not interact 18+ fic

Warnings: Mentions of Controlled Substances, Coercion, Manipulation, Profanity, possibly more that I forgot to mention.

Flashbacks are in pink text!

For the first time since he’d spoken to her the day prior, she was the furthest thing from being flustered from his words, a purse on her lips and her hands on her hips, her neck craned back to stare up at her patient, her expression nonnegotiable.

“Two.” She repeated, her tone expressing that she absolutely refused to budge; his lips were pressed into a thin line, that displeased look she’d grown accustomed to seeing over the last few days they’d been together was still going strong, regardless of her trying to put her foot down with him.

“Four.” He retorted lowly, his voice teetering on exasperation; she shook her head, absolutely not.

“You’ll overdose, no.” she reasoned, stating the truth; she was the medical professional here, he’d overdose if she gave him four pills three separate times a day, this was heavy duty stuff. “Two now, you can have another dose in six hours.”

“Twenty milligrams is nothing.” He argued, sounding irritated; she could’ve scoffed, the opioid was stronger than morphine in some cases, he didn’t need to be teetering on the brink of death right after she’d saved his life and regardless of how aggravated he was with her, she wasn’t going to bargain about this. 

“You can’t have more than sixty in a day; it could kill you.” She explained, her voice matter of fact; if he’d just take the pills and wait for them to kick in, he’d see that she wasn’t joking around about how strong they were, and it’d stop him from demanding a larger dose next time.

“My tolerance-”

“Isn’t a factor.” She interrupted, her voice swapping to stern; if he was really going to continue to press her about this then she’d only give him one, he didn’t want to test her when it came to narcotics. “Twenty milligrams, two pills every six hours.”

“Doctor-”

“You wanna make it one?” the woman asked, her tone warning; despite how soft her features usually were, her gaze was hardened, proving that she meant business.

She was sure he was questioning why he hadn’t snapped her neck back at the clinic, he was positively fuming over her refusal to give him what he wanted and even if he debated on doing so now it wouldn’t do anything to help him. All those pills were locked up in her safe, the combination only accessible in her mind and she’d made sure not to open it when he was around, she was glad for that now because he surely would’ve taken too many pills if he had access to them. A quiet squeak left her in surprise when the palm of his hand slapped against the wall right next to her head, stepping so close that there wasn’t even a foot worth of space separating them, her heart going into overdrive from the way he was looming over her. Her mouth felt thick with spit the instant his free hand reached towards her throat and although she’d been sure he was about to strangle the life out of her, his fingers hooked under her chin instead, urging her to meet his piercing eyes. Remembering how to breathe was proving to be a challenge, the intensity of his stare had her shifting her weight from one foot to the other, trying her utmost hardest to ignore the slick that had settled in her panties; if he thought he could seduce her into giving him what he wanted then he had another thing coming because she definitely wasn’t going to-

‘Fuck, breathe.’

There was no question the thought was in his head, the way his aquamarine pools were raking over her from head to toe told her as much, whether it was simply out of wanting to get his way, she couldn’t be entirely sure considering the number of times his stare had roamed her form. He was entirely aware of the effect he had on her, being high hadn’t blinded him to it from the get-go because although his cognitive function was impaired then, he functioned much better than most people. It seemed that she was dealing with a person that either abused drugs or had chronic pain to the point that he had regular prescriptions to manage it, she wasn’t going to judge him by assuming one or the other. During the moments he was high, he was still capable of holding his composure, never slurring his words or talking so fast that it was obvious; he would’ve come off completely sober if it weren’t for his pupils dilating. He’d even been capable of retaining full memories during those moments, he could pay attention if it was something he was interested in observing and he remembered much more than she’d anticipated; some of the things he’d made comments about had surprised her, like the name of her secretary, he’d learned it when she’d been on that phone call. She couldn’t put it passed him not to know just how attracted she was to him, not only was he observant but she couldn’t hide it to save her life. He was going to try to use that to his advantage to persuade her to relent to whatever it was that he wanted in the moment, and he’d gone as far to test it last night after they had settled in.

 Yuki had never been more thankful for hot water than she was tonight, she’d felt absolutely disgusting after how long she’d gone without washing her hair and she was going to have to start making a point not to spend more than two nights away from home if she wound up in the zone with her researching; it’d taken much too long to both detangle and wash her hair after how many times she’d had to use dry shampoo. A content sigh left her, running the brush through her hair one more time just to ensure she’d gotten all the tangles out before stepping out of the adjoining bathroom, it would take forever for her hair dry with the length of it, but it wasn’t so damp that she’d soak her pillow should she lay down for bed in the next few minutes. It’d been a long day and the only things that she had left to do were give her patient that last shot of morphine, remove the IV, clean the area, slap a band-aid on it and call it a day. She doubted she’d even hear Kuro running the halls like he usually did in the dead of night with how exhausted she was, her couch in the office may have been her regular sleeping spot but she’d undoubtedly missed her bed.

‘Just have to get a few more things done, that’s it.’

She quickly punched in the code to the safe, opening it up and placed all the prescription bottles in it, easing the door shut until the alert sounded that it was secure again. She didn’t have very many valuable things in her home, mostly documents, but she’d wanted a safe nonetheless. It was helpful when it came to keeping all those pills safe while she was sleeping, she wanted to make sure her patient was educated on just how strong they were before she gave him free reign of them and tonight would not be the night considering he was about to get his last dose of morphine. She carefully removed the syringe from her purse, sliding over to her bedside table to collect what she’d previously gathered up for the IV removal and her lip caught between her teeth when she felt the pads of his fingers lightly graze her neck, easing her hair off to the side, the other hand pressing against her hip. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that this man knew what he was doing, disregarding that he hadn’t even bothered to knock or announce his presence, he didn’t seem to care if she wanted personal space or not; she was pleasantly surprised at how many times he’d reached out to her today but that wasn’t the point.

‘Do I even care?’

The white-headed woman didn’t, had it been anyone else then absolutely, but it wasn’t, it was him and whatever it was about him that had ensnared her, it hadn’t just up and disappeared. The reactions she had to his touch were something she’d never experienced before him, she may have never dated but he hadn’t been the first man she’d ever admired, what she’d felt towards all of them combined was nothing in retrospect to the pink-haired male. She’d been on that page for a few days, but it hadn’t completely sunk in until now, becoming abundantly clear no sooner did her heart start fluttering, his chest lightly brushing against her upper back, fingertips softly caressing her hip, the other hand sliding her white locks off to the side. She bit harder into her lip when his cheek pressed against the side of her head, the warm breath in her ear sending a shiver through her; she didn’t think she had the courage to look at him even though he was most certainly looking at her.

“Doctor.” He murmured; her face burned hotter in response, the way he continued saying her professional title was the definition of teasing and it didn’t take a genius to come to the conclusion that it was his intention, he was trying to embarrass her.

‘Slow breathes, calm down.’

“Y-you don’t have to keep calling me that.” She mumbled, her voice filled with shyness; it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to shift around in his hold over the soft hum he let out while squeezing her hip lightly, her knees centimeters from knocking together. “Yuki’s fine.”

As informal as it was considering they didn’t know anything about each other, she honestly just wanted to hear how her name would sound when it rolled off his tongue, she knew she had to of been thinking like a creep at this point. She was just setting herself up for disappointment, he’d go back to his regular life and getting attached to someone that she knew she’d never see again wasn’t a smart move on her part, unrealistic expectations that she set would end in heartbreak. The things her friends had regularly told her over the years were starting to make sense, if she would’ve dated long before now, even just casually, she wouldn’t have swooned over him as quickly as she had. All these small things that he was doing wouldn’t have gotten to her so easily, her heart skipped simply over him looking at her, she’d forget how to breathe just from his hand on her hip, hearing his voice drenched her panties and she’d internally begged more than a few times that he’d kiss her; she shouldn’t have been getting so worked up over nothing.

She needed to pull herself together, she didn’t want to come off as desperate, but it was hard to maintain that mindset when she was looking at him, he was beautiful, and the deepness of his stare always entranced her. She couldn’t even remember what her dream guy had looked like after seeing him because it certainly had become the man currently touching her, everything about him was flawless. His rosy-pink locks that fell well below his shoulders, his aquamarine eyes that practically pierced her soul, the four small black hoops on each of his ears, the diamonds at the corners of his mouth, the gentle way he’d squeeze her hip or carefully brush strands of white from her face, the intense way he watched her as though she were the only person in the room (even though she technically had been); she’d swooned long before now. The doctor managed to put the syringe down in the nick of time, she surely would’ve dropped it with the way his hand slid across her belly to her other hip, locking around her middle. She almost swallowed her tongue when he fully snuggled up against her back with his lips hovered at her ear, his free hand sweeping snow-colored strands over her shoulder.

“You’re my doctor, aren’t you?” he whispered directly into her ear, his tone sensual; warmth had settled between her thighs in response and her knees were almost going weak from his voice alone, her tongue felt much too heavy to form any words.

‘He’s trying to give me a heart attack.’

“I want to be close to you, Doctor.” He followed up, his voice implying; her breath hitched when his arm squeezed around her belly lightly, her cheeks flushing darker when his free arm joined the other, his face moving into her neck. “You’ll let me sleep next to you, right?”

If he hadn’t been before, there was no doubt that he indisputably was trying to give her a heart attack now with a request like that, her heart was threatening to go into overdrive from nerves alone and she almost felt at a point of overheating simply from how hot her face felt. Her ears were burning in embarrassment, her mind conjuring up a number of scenarios all in a span of three seconds and not a one of them were anything close to PG, she hadn’t even had her first kiss yet so how would she manage to sleep next to a man without having a panic attack, let alone the perfect one latched onto her? She didn’t think her face could flush any darker, she’d never anticipated anything close to this when she’d decided that taking the precaution to go to her house rather than staying at the clinic would be for the best. He just continued throwing her for a loop, she’d never imagined he’d warm up to her so quickly and regardless of the fact that he was teasing her for all its worth, she couldn’t find it in herself to make attempts to shut it down.

“O-okay.” She mumbled, her voice bashful; another quiet hum left him, seeming pleased that she’d folded so easily to what he wanted without a fight.

Yuki wiggled around in his grasp until his hold on her loosened just enough that she could turn to face him, his arms still wrapped loosely around her waist and making no movement to fully release her. Despite the red hue on her cheeks, she placed her hand lightly against his shoulder and the other against his chest, avoiding touching any of the areas he’d been shot, craning her neck back to lock eyes with him.

“You need to sit down so I can give you this last dose.” The woman urged gently; his head cocked to the side with interest, his aquamarine pools holding her lavender ones. “I need to remove the IV when we’re done.”

He was silently questioning her, she could see it in the way he was looking at her and if she didn’t clear things up for him now, she had a feeling he wouldn’t make things easy for her, he’d think she was trying to cut him off when that wasn’t it whatsoever.

“I’m replacing the morphine with something else; I know you’re still in pain.” She continued with compassion; she didn’t want to invalidate his feelings because although he’d moved around more than she’d ever anticipated he would at this point, she could see from his expressions that it wasn’t without significant trouble, he was pushing himself to. “I want to start you on it while you’re with me, so you’ll be used to it by Monday.”

She could tell that as much as he didn’t like it, he did understand on some level why he couldn’t be on the morphine any longer, and she was thankful that she wasn’t going to have to go into a big spiel about why it wasn’t for long term use, the dependency it could cause, etcetera; he was smart enough to know that he had to use something else for pain management. He was obviously reluctant to agree but gave a short nod regardless, his arms never slipping from her waist as he maneuvered the two of them around until he was able to take a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling her to stand between his legs. Her cheeks went warm all over again over how close they were and being face to face with him was more impactful than she’d thought it would be, they were around the same height now and she could see details about him that she’d missed before; his nose was cute. Her patient seemed to be on the same page as herself in some respect, his gaze focused solely on her face, taking in her features, studying her with the utmost dedication; it was almost as though they were seeing each other for the first time all over again. She could’ve gotten lost staring at him, and she almost had up until one of his hands left her waist, her eyes pulling from his to pay attention to her movements while she grabbed the syringe, uncapping the needle end.

Her persona swapped to professional without so much as thinking about it, holding total composure while she injected the opiate into the IV, effect was immediate just as it always was, his arm relaxing around her just enough that she knew it was working. She made quick work of removing it from his hand, going about the aftercare meticulously and covered the site to protect it during the healing process, he hadn’t so much as flinched the whole time she’d gone about the process from start to finish.

“Finished.” She commented; a pleasant hum left him in acknowledgement, her doe eyes quickly finding his when he tugged at her waist with just enough strength that she was pressed flush against him.

“Lay down then.” He followed up easily; his tone told her that arguing against it would do her no good, he wasn’t going to budge about wanting her right next to him. “I don’t want to make you, you’re a delicate thing, Doctor.”

Yuki nodded without argument, unable to hide just how flustered she felt as she climbed up onto the mattress after switching off the lights, following his own movements as he made room for her and laid down on her side facing him. A quiet scoff left him in displeasure, it was indefinitely over how much space she’d left between them, but she didn’t get a chance to say anything before he latched onto her waist and drug her across the sheets until there wasn’t an inch of space between them. Her pulse was racing all over again over his boldness, high or not, he hadn’t been fooling around about wanting to be close to her and as high of a priority as figuring out what it meant was on her list, it’d have to wait until tomorrow.

“Um…goodnight…” she began with uncertainty; she’d figured it’d be uncomfortable to some extent and the lack thereof was strange in of itself, she felt entirely thrown off from how natural it felt.

“Go to sleep.” He muttered unenthusiastically; she sealed her lips, nodding into his chest, his hold on her was so secure that she wouldn’t be able to slip away from him should she want to and trying to argue with him about how he needed space so she didn’t unknowingly brush up against any of the incision sites wouldn’t go over well.

‘Tired.’

Exhausted was the more appropriate term, she was sure she’d manage eight hours at the least tonight and if she was lucky-

“Haruchiyo.”

Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice, her lips parting in confusion.

“What?” she asked softly; the word came out before she had time to think about the best way to respond, a heavy sigh coming from her companion over her question. 

“Not repeating myself.” He mumbled with a grunt, his voice slightly annoyed; she sealed her lips all over again, her body going limp in his hold when his free hand moved to petting her hair. “Go to sleep, Doctor.”

‘Haruchiyo.’

She took a small step back without so much as thinking about it, another squeak leaving her when her back bumped the wall and his eyes practically lit up with amusement when pink returned to her cheeks the second his thumb traced her bottom lip. The doctor was indisputably at a rock in a hard place, she couldn’t pull herself together when he was so close to her nor could she screw her head on straight long enough to create distance so she could think, he’d only blocked off one side so if she really wanted to, she could slip away from him. She looked up through her lashes to find him staring at her so intensely she could’ve forgotten who she was, his eyes were mesmerizing and as hard of a time as she had maintaining eye contact with him, she continued trying her best to hold it for as long as she could, his eyes were her favorite thing about him. The thought of creating distance disappeared no sooner did it show up, she’d blanked all over again just from staring at him too long, standing her ground against him was looking like a pipedream since she just continued losing her train of thought and the like from that alone. 

“Doctor.” The pink-haired man drawled playfully, his voice coming out lowly; her face flushed hotter, he was hovering closer to her, his gaze zeroed in on her lips, strands of pink slipping over his shoulders and lightly brushing the sides of her face the closer he got.

‘Don’t cave, be strong, don’t cave!’

“N-no, two, only two.” She stammered anxiously; her words didn’t seem to even faze him, a smirk forming on his lips when she batted his hand away from her chin, only for it to slip around to press against the small of her back and tug her right up against him.

‘Oh god!’

She couldn’t fold, no matter how flustered she felt nor how close he was to giving her what would be her very first kiss, she couldn’t give in to what he wanted, and she wouldn’t; he’d overdose and likely die if she gave him forty milligrams in one go. He wasn’t going to give up though, she could see that he was just as stubborn as she herself could be and the only way that she was going to be able to get him to drop it was if she offered some kind of compromise. He was much too determined to get his way so regardless of how dangerous it could be, it was the only thing that she could do, she wouldn’t have to follow through with it once he realized that she wasn’t trying to short him pain relief once the pills kicked in. She just had to word things carefully, make no promises so he couldn’t claim that she’d lied to him once he wasn’t on another planet because he most certainly would be in the next half hour after he took the pills. Her pulse was racing at the feeling of being pressed against him, the blush on her cheeks darkening shade by shade the closer he inched towards her lips, her free hand moving of its own volition to tangle in his shirt, the other resting at his shoulder.

“Haruchiyo.” She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper; his aquamarine orbs were gleaming as he took her in, seeming all too pleased at how close she looked to giving into him.

“Yes, Doctor?” he responded with a hum; she felt like she’d gone completely stupid simply over his hand leaving the wall to cradle her head, white slipping through his fingers as he guided her face closer to his.

“Y-you shouldn’t, we sh-shouldn’t.” she began, her tone anxious; she didn’t know why she’d even bothered speaking words of resistance, he’d made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t going to stop just because it stepped outside of the doctor-patient relationship dynamic.

“We shouldn’t.” he repeated quietly, sounding entirely collected; despite agreeing with her, he hadn’t stopped closing the distance, so she knew for a fact that he did not care about trying to maintain whatever professionalism was left between them. “Tell me to stop.”

Yuki was internally screaming at this point and could’ve fainted with how lightheaded she felt, there was no way she could face that challenge head-on nor come out of it victorious if she tried her hardest, it was taking every ounce of her willpower to resist temptation, his lips were hardly three inches from hers. As unbecoming of her profession as it was, she couldn’t force herself to say no, the line had been blurred to the point that having purely a doctor-patient relationship wasn’t possible anymore because she hadn’t kept a businesslike approach to things. She’d been too caught up in whatever infatuation she was feeling towards him and hadn’t been able to turn it off, it’d practically made all of the decisions for her, and it was why she’d wound up in this mess. She should’ve called an ambulance as soon as he was stable after surgery, she shouldn’t have hidden his existence by putting off reopening her clinic after the holiday, she should’ve called the police, she shouldn’t have taken him to her private home, she should’ve done things as a doctor and instead, she’d done things that a desperate teenage girl with a crush would’ve done. She’d opened herself up for this to become what it had and although it was ethically wrong, she was teetering right on the edge of not caring which told her that she absolutelyneeded to take a step back from this, lest she complicate things further for herself.

“You can’t, can you?” he gathered, his voice knowing; the pink on her cheeks spread further across her face, running over her nose and silently answering the question for her.

The white-headed woman wanted to feel ashamed of herself because morally speaking, she should’ve felt some form of guilt, forming relationships with patients wasn’t the norm and, on some level, she did feel the smallest bit of remorse for crossing lines to some degree. She may not have been the one to initiate that first intimate touch, but she didn’t try to stop it either, she’d reciprocated it which made her just as guilty as him. More than anything, she wanted him to close the distance and kiss her, he was already so close that he could do so with ease, but should that boundary be crossed over, she had no guarantees that it would stop with that. Whatever this was between them had been mutual from the get-go, entirely consensual on both sides, he wanted the same thing as she and the only reason he hadn’t gone there yet was because he was waiting for her to say it, he’d pushed her to tell him to stop and she hadn’t. Now, all that was left for him to do was pry the words from her lips and aside from the rough shape he was in, there wouldn’t be anything holding him back.

“W-we shouldn’t.” she repeated with unease, hinting at just how nervous she felt; his expression didn’t falter, reflecting nothing but confidence as he leaned down closer to her.

“You already said that, Doctor.” Haruchiyo pointed out, sounding teasing; she was doing her utmost best to steady her breathes while her fingers curled lightly in his shirt, clinging onto him tighter, his lips were almost brushing hers there was so little space between them. “You don’t mean it.”

He’d called her bluff without batting an eye which just proved without a shadow of a doubt that he did see the way she looked at him, but she couldn’t say it aloud, it would only make it more real if she did, meaning it would only hurt more when he left; she didn’t know how she’d managed to get so attached to a total stranger in less than a week’s time. The woman couldn’t manage anything in response, her throat had fully dried up, and her heart doing summersaults over his soft breathes ghosting over her lips, feeling too scatterbrained to do much of anything except hold his intense gaze.

“You want me to do it for you, huh pretty girl?” he murmured sensually, his hand slid from the small of her back and wrapped fully around her waist to keep her securely pinned against him.

Her heart straight skipped a beat from his words, her pulse going haywire while she gazed up at him longingly, she’d never felt so overwhelmed by her emotions that she felt lightheaded and that was exactly what he’d done to her. The dizzying feeling in her head was only growing stronger the harder she swooned for this man, outside of her friends and her grandmother, no one had ever called her pretty before; she had zero chance to protect herself from heartbreak this far into things, he had her hook line and sinker.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” the pink-haired male breathed, his voice low; Yuki didn’t realize she’d responded to the question until it was too late to stop herself, a barely audible whimper leaving her lips, silently pleading with him to close the distance. “I will, just give me what I want.”

‘What does…?’

“That’s fair, isn’t it Doctor?” he pressed, sounding agreeable to compromise; she waited patiently for a follow-up from him that would clear things up, a curious look in her lavender orbs as she attempted to bring herself back down to earth long enough to piece things together. “Four.”

‘…fuck no.’

Whatever spell he’d cast on her broke in the instant everything connected, her hand pressing against his shoulder to create distance and the other releasing his shirt, a purse forming on her lips while she attempted to slip from his grasp.

“Two.” She retorted, her tone adamant; Haruchiyo’s persona swapped out just as quickly as her own did, looking infuriated that she was still refusing to budge even with his attempts to sway her with his damn seduction tactics, narcotics were something she didn’t play around with, and she was not going to let him be careless with them.

“My tolerance-”

“Isn’t a factor.” She repeated, cutting him off before he could argue with her; she didn’t have much of a choice at this point, she had to offer something else to get him to relent and once he realized that she wasn’t playing around about these pills, he wouldn’t bring this up again. “Two, twenty milligrams every six hours.”

“Doctor-”

“Muscle relaxers in between if it’s not enough.” She interrupted, her voice heavily annoyed; his lips pressed into a thin line as he looked down at her, his hand having released her head and grabbed her forearm when she’d begun making attempts to create space, he wasn’t budging about letting her go. 

‘Stubborn man.’

“Fine.” He huffed, sounding entirely reluctant to agree; she herself let out just as huffy of a breath, her soft face the definition of aggravated, she’d just been thinking minutes previously that he’d try to seduce her into getting his way, she should’ve seen it coming before then.

As gentle as she was, she was heavily considering suffocating the man with a pillow the next time he tried to pull something like this on her even though she wouldn’t make it very far with that, he’d combat her in a heartbeat, high or not. She should’ve known better, and she’d walked right into that one, whatever it was that she felt for him was behind the wheel over half the time and it didn’t help anything that in the rare instances when she was capable of holding composure, he could overpower her with ease if he so wanted to. Her patient wasn’t in the best shape and had still managed to pause her movements, his arm wasn’t budging from her waist, and she couldn’t slip her arm out of his iron grip; there was no doubt that he’d have no problem snapping her neck or strangling her to death should he choose to. 

“Doctor.”

“I need to get your pills.” She muttered in response, keeping her eyes low; she needed to be professional about things, no more caving to his charm or those piercing eyes of his, protect herself from the unavoidable heartbreak that would come from not being guarded. 

His hand retreated from her forearm, the other stayed wrapped securely around her waist without showing any signs that he was going to release her, and she shoved at his chest weakly, not managing to make him budge an inch. She just may attempt to suffocate him; he was practically rubbing in her face that she couldn’t fight him off if she tried her hardest and something inside her was dangerously close to snapping.

“I need to get your pills.” She repeated quietly; she craned her neck back to look up at him as she spoke, trying to remain levelheaded. “If you want them…”

Yuki froze in place no sooner did she look up to find herself face to face with Haruchiyo, her words trailing off when her lavender pools met his aquamarine ones, his free hand moving back to cradling her head, not giving her time to register anything until it’d already happened. Her eyes were blown wide in response and her heart was threatening to leap from her chest, she hadn’t expected him to follow through with kissing her after she hadn’t budged on the number of pills, but he had. He’d closed the distance without giving her a chance to argue with him and pressed his lips to hers without missing a beat, she didn’t know what possessed him to do so nor did she try to come up with answers, she’d gotten her first kiss. She’d just managed to take a handful of his shirt and mold her lips with his a single time before he pulled out of the kiss, a whine leaving her in protest, her eyes fluttering open. A sly little smirk formed on his lips as he stared down at her, keeping just outside of her reach while she regained her bearings, sliding his fingers through the white.

“You only get one.” The pink-haired male spoke; she stared up at him slightly dazed, a dumbfounded look on her face. “You can have another in six hours, Doctor.”

#tokyo revengers #toman #tokyo manji gang #sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu #tokyo revengers sanzu #sanzu #tokrev sanzu #tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu #haruchiyo x oc #akashi haruchiyo #bonten sanzu #bonten #bonten timeline #tokyo revengers fanfiction #sanzu fanfic #fanfic #tokyo rev #romance #adult themes #work in progress #i worked so hard on this #please read #i love him

[darkmermaidao3]

My husband spitting facts 💕

#i just think hes neat #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu #tokyo revengers sanzu #tokyo revengers #tokyorev sanzu #tokyorev memes #tokyorev #toman #tokyo manji gang #sanzu headcanons #sanzu is the love of my life #bonten sanzu #tokrev sanzu #the pink haired degenerate sanzu haruchiyo #akashi haruchiyo

[darkmermaidao3]

Daddy 🖤

Sanzu in the new full colour editions! He's so mean here but also pretty

#he's such a menace #but so so so pretty #my lil pink gremlin #pretty psycho #tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo rev #tokrev #tr sanzu #tokrev sanzu #tokyo revengers sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu #the pink haired degenerate sanzu haruchiyo #akashi haruchiyo #tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu #daddy i love him #i love him #I love Sanzu so much #he’s so perfect

[darkmermaidao3]

I’ll throw hands so fast if I ever saw this man out

100% him, he deserves it

#i don't think anyone likes this guy we can all jump him together #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers spoilers #toman #tokyo manji gang #i hate this man #I’d throw hands so fast

[darkmermaidao3]

I’m so thrilled right now!

#tokyo revengers #toman #tokyo manji gang #sano emma #emma tr #emma x draken #emma tokyo revengers #emma sano #puzz reve #valentines day #queen

[darkmermaidao3]

I love this so much. Hes perfect

I love sanzu. Him and his awkward little stand with his awkward posture.

Did anyone ever tell him he looks like he has a sidequest for you?

#the prev tags are gold #he's def hiding a fidget toy bc adhd gremlin #also he's being very serious bc he's on a mission #but he'll stop having good posture as soon as the mask is off #and he shows the adhd gremlin #did he lost his fidgeds toys? #or changed them for katana-chan? #bc i'm thinking in his posture in that bonten scene and holy shit the change #are you okay haru? #no ofc he isn't #the pink haired degenerate sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu #akashi haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo

[darkmermaidao3]

I haven’t posted about it in a while but my Tokyo Revengers fic on AO3 has had a few updates since. Chapters 24, 25, and 26 are available for reading!

Link below to The Haitani Princess 👑

Chapter 24 Excerpt!

“We’re leaving Aniki, Nii-san.”

Ran pulled his eyes away from the notepad, his violet orbs finding his sister’s identical pair for a brief moment before flicking to the teenager standing right next to her, his gaze settling on their interlocked hands, a pleasant smile forming on his face at the sight; how strange it was to see this kind of behavior out of his sister that forever showed disinterest in things of this nature.

“Alright little dove, be home around seven if you want dinner.” He commented, turning his attention back to the in-progress grocery list. “Making your favorite.”

“Okay Aniki.” Reina agreed, her voice cheerful.

“If anything happens to her Hanemiya, I’ll break your damn leg.” Rindou threatened, sounding the furthest thing from content; the elder could’ve chuckled at the words, his brother was certainly not pleased over this situation and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that they’d be discussing it in private no sooner did the pair walk out the door.

“I can take care of my damn self Nii-san.” The girl scowled, sounding just as irritated; the smile stretched further across his face over her attitude, she was like a perfect mix of the pair of them at times, her short temper was Rindou made over and the usual dull look in her eyes was all him.

Chapter 25 Excerpt!

“Draken!”

She could see it just as clearly as it’d been twelve years prior and trying to shove the memory into the recesses of her mind never worked, she’d tried every time the anniversary closed in, but it was a wasted effort. She may have been desensitized nowadays to blood, dismemberment, having borne witness to the raw torture of countless people, but back then was different. It’d been the very first time that she’d come face to face with death and to make matters worse, it’d been one of her dearest friends, one of Toman’s founders…Ryuguji Ken had been one of the strongest and even he hadn’t been able to fight off death.

“Mikey! He’s bleeding! Mikey!”

A wailing shriek left her throat, her fingers knotted in her curls as she proceeded to bash her head off the wall in hopes that it would kill her, the back of her skull colliding against the wall so hard that the sound echoed through the bedroom but it didn’t do a damn thing, she hadn’t even managed to see stars so it truly looked like she was going to have to eat a bullet.

“Reina!”

“Draken! Say something!”

It was every damn year, August 2nd going into August 3rd was when the memory replayed as a dream and keeping it at bay never worked.

Chapter 26 Excerpt!

“So hungry.” Reina whined dramatically, tugging at his shirt childishly; the grin stretched further across his face, he loved it when she’d get clingy with him and she’d been glued to his side all day, it didn’t get any better than this. “Kazu, I’m still hungry.”

“We’ll get more food then, yeah?” He responded easily, nodding once in affirmation; she beamed brightly at the words, snuggling up against his side.

“Still a damn pushover, always giving into her shit.” Baji commented, his tone annoyed.

“Rei didn’t have breakfast this morning.” he reasoned with a shrug, slipping his arm around her shoulders to hold her closer. “You know skipping meals makes her tummy off.”

“Don’t know how you don’t weigh seven hundred pounds.” He mused, he was practically asking for a fight with those words; a haughty look formed on her face, her lips pursing in pure annoyance. “All you do is eat and nap.”

“Murdering people with my kicks takes energy.” Reina announced, her voice monotone; he arched an eyebrow, he’d been noticing her indifferent tone of voice in the past two days, and it was certainly different than how exuberant she’d always sounded when they were kids. “Not my fault you don’t understand how food is converted into energy.”

“You little shit.” The first division captain snarled, sounding heated; the dull look in her eyes didn’t falter as she stared across the table at him, her expression filled with boredom. “I’ll murder you.”

“I’d like to see you try.” She retorted, her own voice smug; Kazutora rolled his eyes, his arm tightening around her shoulders. “I’ll murder you first.”

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[darkmermaidao3]

Clarity Chapter Five (Bonten Sanzu)

Minors do not interact (18+ fic)

Warnings: Not very many things going on this chapter, we've got profanity, sexual thoughts, manipulation if you squint really hard, unprofessionalism.

Words in blue are text/email

Doctor Ikeda,

I was so very happy to get such a quick response from you and I apologize for not getting back to you sooner, the holiday has put me significantly behind on a number of things, I’m sure you’re going through something similar at your clinic. I can’t express how thankful I am that you agreed to work alongside me for this case, it’s quite the tough one and I truly believe that with our combined efforts, we should manage to find some answers and come to conclusions about it by putting our heads together. I’ve attached copies of all the information relevant to the case, some of it is repetitive as they’re from the various doctors that had a go at it before us. I have pages worth of notes I’ve compiled concerning my thoughts about it and once you’ve done the same, I would love to get together with you to discuss them. I know of a wonderful restaurant in Ebisu where we could-

“Could you be any more insufferable?” the woman muttered to herself, irritation in her voice; she rubbed at her temples, willing the approaching headache to go away, Shimizu had put it in motion with this ridiculous email and she already knew that playing nice with him was going to be a trying time for her.

Yuki wasn’t so sure what she would rather deal with at this point nor which side of him was any less of a pain, his over-the-top fake politeness or his argumentative and demeaning attitude. It was obvious just how hard he was trying to pull the wool over her eyes, but she wasn’t an idiot. He’d only reached out to her because he couldn’t solve this case himself, he didn’t want to admit defeat, so he’d rather team up with her and get partial shared credit than none at all; she was sure his family had something to do with it, the Shimizu’s had never once given up on a case and he was expected to do whatever it took to keep that record going strong. Regardless of how unbearable being around the man would be, especially considering she’d chosen to do so of her own freewill, she’d have to suck it up because saving a life was far more important than her ego. As great as the money was, she hadn’t become a doctor for a high pay day, watching her grandmother wither away to nothing had been the start of it all. The doctors hadn’t had the answers, they hadn’t been capable of doing anything for her except managing her pain and when she finally passed on after years of torment, the white-headed woman started working on her thesis about that disease; she was going to find the answers one day.

Moving on, she needed to save all those files he’d sent over before she replied to his irritating email, make physical copies of them after, and get to work on studying them at her earliest convenience. She already had so much on her plate and more only continued adding to it since she’d gotten herself caught up in too much at once, she didn’t know how she was going to manage. She had this current situation with the shared case, she’d had to push back her visit to the orphanage so now she had to find another day soon this month where she’d be capable of going, she had to make time to continue her research and work on her thesis so she could (hopefully) have it done by the next conference like she’d been trying to do for years, she’d spent the whole of today on phone call after phone call as she rescheduled every single one of her appointments for the rest of the week herself since she’d closed the clinic, so much for a vacation.

‘…coffee.’

Not only had that new coffee brewer for the staff room come in right on schedule but she’d ordered one to keep in her office with hopes that it would keep her from being interrupted nearly as often, she felt like she’d made a mistake though seeing as now she was drinking coffee practically the whole day to keep herself awake with how exhausted she was; she was going to wind up with a caffeine high before the end of it all. There was so much that she needed to see to, and she couldn’t give any of those things her entire focus or all of her attention as it were, they may have been priorities but none of them were at the tiptop of the list; that spot was taken.

‘Don’t look, you’re being a creep.’

Yuki bit into her lower lip, rolling it between her teeth with thoughts of why it was best that she did not look for a little while longer, she couldn’t continue on like this and had to find a way to stop the slightly obsessive behavior so she could actually get things done. There was absolutely no reason for her to behave this way, she had to focus on the things that mattered and although her patient certainly did matter more so than anything else going on right now, it wasn’t an excuse to hover around him. He needed to continue resting without her distracting him, the incisions were healing and showing no signs of infection, it was looking like he was almost in a good place where she’d be able to stop the morphine and swap it out for a painkiller in the form of a pill. She had plenty of those in stock and she’d certainly be sending him on his way with a prescription once he was at a place where he could leave, that was the goal after all, to get him healed up so he could go back to his regular life. He wouldn’t be staying at her clinic forever and she had to come to terms with the reality that she’d more than likely never see him again, she had to be okay with it because there was honestly zero reason why she should be antsy about it. Yes, she would naturally worry because she did so towards all her patients but with him…

‘It’s different.’

As cliché as it sounded, it was different with him, and the young doctor was aware that it made her seem desperate but what else was she supposed to think after he’d touched her in what was very obviously meant to be an intimate way? She bit harder into her lip at the memory of his hand brushing strands of white from her eyes, his featherlight touch ghosting along her cheek, his aquamarine pools hadn’t pulled away from her once during that time and her heart was readying itself to give out simply from that alone. The female needed to remind herself that he hadn’t been sober since before she had to perform surgery, morphine was a strong opiate and half the time, people didn’t remember much of anything with how floaty it made their head feel, disrupting their cognitive function and the like. There wasn’t much of a chance that he’d remembered doing so considering he hadn’t made attempts to do it again, she couldn’t answer why he’d done so to begin with taking into account that he still hadn’t spoken a word to her, and it’d been days since he'd first woken up after the procedure; he was high with how strong that stuff was and she couldn’t take anything he did in that state as being meaningful.

‘There’s no reason for this.’

There wasn’t one, as a medical professional, she was supposed to have been maintaining said professionalism this entire time and instead, she was doing things that were entirely leftfield from her normal, she almost didn’t know who she was. She couldn’t count the number of times she’d gotten lost in her head daydreaming about him when she was supposed to be focusing on her work, she’d embarrassed herself probably well over a hundred times when he’d catch her gazing at him and during the moments that he’d be staring at her, it’d take everything she had not to shift around because of the sticky sin pooling in her panties. As beautiful as he was, that wasn’t an excuse to lose her wits, she was a doctor and she’d already seen her fair share of attractive men, so she should’ve had no problem keeping herself held together.

‘But they weren’t him.’

Her lavender orbs flicked away from her laptop at the thought and flittered in the direction of the hospital bed, trying to be as subtle as possible when they locked onto the pink-haired man, the tension in her body melting away at the sight. He was still sleeping, as he’d been for a couple hours now since she’d given him that last dose of morphine so she needed to keep her butt parked in this chair until he came to on his own, rest was the most important part, and it was almost as though he could sense her presence during the moments that she approached him when he was asleep. She didn’t need to compulsively check his vitals anymore once an hour as she’d done before, he was entirely stable now and she couldn’t continue to disturb him as she’d wound up doing more than a few times since she couldn’t seem to keep her distance. The internal struggle had only gotten worse since he’d touched her and she’d never been intimately touched by a man, he’d caressed her cheek as though she was as fragile as glass and would shatter under his touch. Her emotions were in a frenzy during the moment, her pulse racing and heart pounding so hard that it was a wonder that he didn’t hear it, she couldn’t recall what had been going on in her head as she’d practically blanked simply out of how flustered she felt.

The woman couldn’t count the number of times her friends had pestered her about dating over the years since she’d become an adult, even before then when she was a teenager, but they hadn’t been nearly as adamant about it since there weren’t very many teenagers on campus at university. Kaori had been so defensive that most men hadn’t been willing to even attempt to approach her and as much as she still backed her up when Choyo and Akari started on her about it, even she would make comments about how there wasn’t anything wrong with casual dating. Akari was a social butterfly and friends with an abundance of people, she’d made so many attempts to introduce her to someone she felt would be good for her and as much as Yuki appreciated the thought, she’d always been more focused on her career. Choyo was always starting the argument that she didn’t have to be in a serious relationship to date, there was no reason why she shouldn’t go out once a week or so, how nice it was to get to know someone, and her career shouldn’t have impeded on her social life. As right as all her friends were, dating was something she had zero experience in and didn’t know the first thing about, she wouldn’t know what to talk about or what to do; she’d been a frazzled mess when her cheek was touched so how was she supposed to get through a kiss, let alone sex?

Just the thought alone was enough to cause her face to flush and thighs squeeze together, the silent embarrassment of what his intense stare did to her, the way his aquamarine pools would zero in on her and watch every move she made, studying everything about her. She was anxious every time she noticed his unrelenting gaze and trying to ignore the ever-present arousal was a challenge, thoughts swimming with scenarios that she’d gotten lost in a multitude of times. Her pulse would race at the thought of him being close enough that his lips would brush hers, her heart would pound at the idea of his hands slipping under her dress, her face would burn over the imaginings of him between her legs…which only continued to get worse the longer she was around her PATIENT!

‘Stop it!’

It was too late, her face had to of resembled a tomato from how hot it felt and ignoring the warmth that had settled in her panties was impossible, she didn’t know how she was going to manage to get through the next few days without losing the battle against her raging hormones. There were too many factors at play, outside of the fact that she was a virgin, he was beautiful to the point that her brain quite literally turned to mush just from looking at him for too long, her dream guy didn’t even compare to how gorgeous this man was. She’d never felt so bashful in all her life and although she was managing to push her shyness off to the side to attend to her duties as a doctor in order to give him the best care, it wasn’t letting up nor fading away as the days went by. It was as though the longer they were around one another, the worse it would get, and it didn’t help anything that when she wasn’t looking at him, she could feel his eyes burning holes through her. At first, she’d been sure it was out of wariness considering he’d not only tried to shoot her in the beginning but had almost strangled her to the point of passing out, it’d become clear though that he’d moved passed feeling distrustful of her. 

His stare wasn’t out of keeping his guard up or even curiosity, he was looking at her in the very way that she was looking at him, obviously imagining the same things that she herself was with how his gaze continued raking over every inch of her and because he was on a powerful opiate, she couldn’t take it with anything but a grain of salt. He was impaired, his mind nowhere near where hers was since she was sober and it was doubtful that he’d be looking at her the same way once he was off the morphine, even more doubtful was that he’d remember the last several days which undoubtedly meant that she needed to pull herself together. She had to get him off the morphine and onto another painkiller that he could take with him when he left her clinic, maybe some muscle relaxers to take as needed, anti-inflammatories for the swelling; her mindset had to be one of a medical professional. Her train of thought hadn’t been anything close to what it should’ve been, and she’d already internally scolded herself on an infinite loop for the graphic images that continued floating in her head, she had to remind herself that the feelings she was having towards a patient was unacceptable.

What was worse, the woman didn’t know what she would even do if he wasn’t at a solid point by the time Monday rolled around, she couldn’t put off opening the clinic any longer than that because not only did her staff need their hours, her other patients certainly needed her. Her life couldn’t be on pause simply because of one person and she shouldn’t have even considered doing what she had; she should’ve gotten an ambulance transport as soon as he was stable after surgery, she should’ve called the police because even if she didn’t tell them about him trying to shoot her, he’d been shot, and the authorities would’ve needed to follow up on that. She’d made a huge mistake that she couldn’t correct with how much time had passed and getting in contact with the authorities now wouldn’t have done anything except make things a mess for her; her patient had silently made it clear he didn’t want to go to a hospital, and she didn’t want to imagine how infuriated he’d be if she made attempts to get him to one. If he wasn’t in a place where he was healed up enough to resume his daily life by Sunday evening at the latest, she’d have to figure something out, no one could know about him or what had happened last Friday, lest things become even more complicated than they already were.

A weary sigh left her in complete frustration with herself as she entered the medication room to grab a dose of morphine, she’d gotten herself into quite the huge mess and it was only getting better by the day; she didn’t know what she was going to do. She hadn’t been home in nine days now, she was sure that her cat was almost out of food and desperately needed his litter changed out, she’d thrown on her last clean dress yesterday, she’d practically cleaned out the cupboards and fridge of the breakroom, and she so badly wanted a shower. The young doctor knew that she’d run herself completely ragged by now since she was at a point of wanting to be home but there wasn’t anything that she could do about it, she couldn’t leave her patient unattended, even just popping out for an hour wasn’t plausible since she couldn’t trust him on his own. He’d come far already, he hadn’t needed fluids for a while, she’d taken him off the heart rate monitor as well, he still had the IV solely for the morphine injections and that was about to come out no later than tomorrow, all she was really doing now was managing his pain and waiting for the stitches to dissolve, that was still days away though. 

‘Maybe I could…no, don’t be stupid.’

Not only was it unprofessional but it most certainly wouldn’t send a good message to him, taking a patient to her house was out of the realm of being socially acceptable, not to mention she didn’t even know his name or a thing about him aside from his blood type. It was the furthest thing from being smart, it was highly unsafe as well, but could she even make that argument considering she’d been alone with a complete stranger since Friday? He hadn’t made a violent move against her since she made her intentions known that she wanted to help him, he’d developed some form of trust towards her since he wasn’t trying to deter her from checking his vitals and such, he may have not spoken to her yet but that hadn’t been bothersome to her. This could also be the best move that she could make, if he wasn’t at a place where she felt confident that he could manage on his own, then being tucked away at her house would keep her staff from finding out about him and it’d be more comfortable for the both of them; she was sure he wanted a shower just as much as she did and she could cook a real meal for once…or order takeout. 

‘Am I really doing this?’

Yuki didn’t know how she could even ask that, especially considering she’d already grabbed a few bottles worth of the medications she’d need for the upcoming days and for her patient to have when he left her, already having doctored all the records so no one would know they were missing from the medication room; there was no backing out and the only way was forward.

‘It’s just a few days, just like how it’s been here.’

Her hands were entirely full as she reentered her office, it almost sounded like she was starting a Mariachi band where the primary instrument was maracas with how many pill bottles were being shaken with each of her steps, keeping as secure of a hold as she could on the syringe of morphine while she dumped the contents onto her desk with a heavy sigh of relief. She’d get them tucked away into her purse and after her patient woke up then they could be on their way so long as he was comfortable with doing so, she couldn’t give him this last dose until after they made it, otherwise he’d be deadweight and there was zero chance she could move him should that happen. The woman eased her laptop shut before grabbing her purse off the hook, opening it up and tossing one bottle after another into it, the front pocket was the safest place for the opiate. She closed up the main pocket and zipped open the front one, making to tuck the syringe in, pausing her movements when she felt the warm hand pressing against her hip from behind her.

‘Breathe, you have to breathe.’

The white-headed woman warily turned to look back over her shoulder, her heart fluttering no sooner did lavender meet aquamarine, she hadn’t known he was awake upon her return but then again, she’d been so focused getting things packed to keep herself from hovering. She was pleased that he wasn’t struggling to keep himself held upright, he’d walked around a little yesterday after she’d pushed him to do so, his expression had been the furthest thing from happy with her since she’d refused to give him morphine until then. As dilated as his pupils still were, the usual impassive expression he directed at her was nonexistent, his lips pressed into a thin line and hinting at displeasure; she noticed he always did so when he was in pain, but it shouldn’t have been wearing off yet. Her lips parted to speak but she didn’t manage a single word when his hand tightened around her hip just enough that he could guide her to turn to face him, warmth building on her cheeks when it registered that she was sandwiched between him and her desk, hardly a foot of space separating them.

‘Get it together.’

She was struggling to remember how to breathe at the light squeeze of his hand, her eyes darting away from his shyly, trying to gather herself enough that she could find the right words. Her heart could’ve given out right there over the light push against her hip that had her lower back bumping the desk and his fingers hooked under her chin, urging her to meet his unrelenting stare.

‘Breathe, breathe, breathe.’

She didn’t know how she was even managing to think with how intense his gaze was this time around, she hadn’t expected whatsoever for him to get so close to her, his face had hovered so close that if she stood up on her toes then it’d be just enough that she could-

‘No, stop it!’

“I-I um…w-we’re…I mean…” the woman hesitated, trying her utmost best to steady her voice; her mouth felt thick with spit over just how deeply he was studying her, his piercing eyes leaving hers only to drop to her lips.

‘Breathe, fuck, shit.’

“W-we’re going to go-go to my house f-for a few days.” She stammered, her tone anxious; it seemed that had been the last thing he’d expected to hear, his gaze darting back to hers no sooner did she have the words out. “I-I mean…it-it’s just a precaution, in case y-you need more time. I have to reopen Monday and um…I need to feed my cat.”

‘Get it together, come on.’

“I-is that…okay?” she continued, her voice filled with worry; she wished she knew what this man was thinking, his expression hadn’t faltered whatsoever aside from swapping back to his usual neutral look and he hadn’t shown a single sign of discomfort, a simple head movement would satisfy her at this point. “I-if you’re not comfortable with that, I-I can always-”

She sealed her lips when his hand gave her hip a gentle squeeze, the pink on her cheeks darkening a shade and breaking away from his stare was impossible, not only hadn’t he released her chin, but she could’ve sworn he was hovering closer to her; he was. Strands of pink were slipping over his shoulders as he leaned closer to her, almost pressed right up against her and she’d entirely forgotten how to breathe when she felt his warm breath ghost over her lips, she didn’t know how she’d keep herself in line if he got any closer to her. He was breathtakingly beautiful and out of everything she’d admired about him, as nerve-wracking as being under his gaze was, his eyes had to be her favorite thing about him; he looked at her as though he was trying to see straight into the depths of her soul, it was no wonder she blanked practically every time she was on the receiving end of his stare.

‘So pretty.’

“Are you always so shy, Doctor?”

Yuki wasn’t sure what was more prevalent in the moment, her heart threatening to give out or the blush overtaking her face as she stared up at him in a combination of dumbfounded and total awe, her eyes as wide as saucers. He’d just spoken to her, after four days, he’d finally said something to her and the sound of his voice had done more to her than she’d ever expected, her panties were soaked. Her face was flushing furiously over the question, this man had the audacity not to speak to her for FOUR days and the first words out of his mouth were meant to tease her, she’d never felt so flustered in all her life. She was reeling in shock from just how unexpected it was, so much so that she was grasping at straws with hopes to figure out what to even say in response and she could’ve swallowed her tongue when his thumb brushed across her lips, his head just barely cocking to the side to observe her from another angle.

‘Breathe, you have to breathe!’

“I-I…umm…it-it’s just…” she responded, stumbling over her words despite how hard she was trying to pull herself together; she’d certainly made a complete fool of herself and would continue to do so unless she could reel herself in. “Y-you haven’t…”

This man had to of known the effect he had on her, between the knowing look in his eyes and the small smirk that formed on his lips from her babbling, he was already fully aware of what he did to her, she could almost feel the confidence pouring off him as his aquamarine pools held her lavender ones.

“I’m sorry, what was that; Doctor?” he pressed, his voice the definition of teasing; her face was on fire in embarrassment, her thighs shifting closer together absentmindedly in response. “Am I making you nervous?”

“N-no.” she managed timidly; the pink-haired man didn’t look convinced whatsoever, the smirk on his lips widening as he released her chin, placing his hand flat against the wood of the desk and essentially caging her in. “You-you’re still healing, you shouldn’t-”

“I can’t feel shit right now, Doctor.” He interrupted; the woman felt a shiver move through her when his hand slid away from her hip to the curve of her waist, she was positive her panties were ruined from how wet she was, and he was so close that even just a subtle shift in her weight would have him pressed up against her. “If we’re going, we should now before it wears off.”

As confused as she felt over just how much composure he had, she didn’t bother questioning it, it’d been the same when he’d been bleeding out and refusing to ask for assistance, his expression hadn’t faltered then, and it wasn’t faltering now despite that he was still impaired. Although the high wasn’t nearly what it would be had she just given him a fresh dose, his brain was still floaty, and he’d been able to express that it was still strong enough in his system that he couldn’t feel any pain. He was right about needing to get going before it wore off, she may be able to get him off the morphine starting tomorrow but he’d still need pain medication for the upcoming days, he’d been shot twelve times after all. She’d hoped he’d be in a good spot come Monday, figuring he’d want to get back to his regular life but now she found herself hoping that it’d take a little while longer just so she could get more time with him since he’d finally chosen to speak to her; she couldn’t imagine just how antsy she’d feel being at work for ten hours rather than looking after him should that be the case. She nodded in reply rather than the alternative of trying to force out words that she knew she’d struggle with, his aquamarine pools taking her in for a brief moment before he took a step back from her and she somehow managed to resist the urge to whine in protest when his hand left her waist; the upcoming days were going to be a rough time for her.

Had they not been so pressed for time, she certainly would’ve struggled to keep herself held together numerous times over the course forty minutes, everything from leaving the clinic to the drive to her house would’ve been a time and a half, and the only thing that saved her was keeping herself in that professional headspace paired with her patient keeping his hands to himself. Every bit of that composure was threatening to shatter no sooner did she lock the door behind them, her lip rolling between her teeth when his gaze found her form for what had to of been the thousandth time since he’d woken up Saturday night, she was unsure just what to do now that they were tucked away in her home. She’d never had a man over before, the last one having ever been in the house was her grandfather and he’d passed away when she’d been hardly six, she’d never imagined just how out of place she’d feel in her own home simply from a visitor. She just had to stick with what she’d been thinking about before he’d unexpectedly woken up, she could get him settled, take care of everything for her cat before she ordered some takeout for dinner, start some laundry for herself and her guest (her grandmother had never had the heart to throw out anything belonging to her grandfather and she knew for a fact any of it would fit, she’d have to return the clothes she’d found for him at the clinic on Monday), showers for both of them, get him settled into the guest room and she could finally pass out after she gave him that last dose of morphine.

‘Have to keep it together for just a little while.’

The sound of patters was enough to settle her down and pull her out of her head, her gaze pulling from his while she knelt down just enough that she could nuzzle her nose against her sweet boy’s; she was sure that her cat was furious over how long she’d been gone, she usually didn’t leave him for longer than five days and it’d put her behind on her usual routine with him. He certainly needed brushed, he was constantly shedding, and she’d find black fur quite literally all over her house every day.

“I know, you’re hungry, aren’t you?” the woman murmured, her voice apologetic; Kuro was undoubtedly upset with her, meowing and much more talkative than usual, nuzzling his head everywhere that he could reach while she turned her attention back to the man. “I um, I’m going to feed him, and I’ll order some takeout for us…is that alright?”

Yuki didn’t know why she was even asking; this was her house to begin with, so she didn’t need to ask for permission to do anything here, she must’ve still just been frazzled over how much had happened today that she hadn’t anticipated and was struggling to ground herself. Pink was streaking over her cheeks all over again as he looked at her in the same way he had been for days, giving her a short nod in reply without saying a word, she hoped they weren’t back to not being on speaking terms but pressing him wasn’t in her best interest; her cat was going to lose his mind if she didn’t feed him right now. She pulled her eyes from his bashfully, ducking her head while she scampered down the hallway towards the kitchen with her sweet boy at her heels, the heavier footsteps filling the silence by the time she’d turned the corner and she exhaled a slow breath, trying to calm her nerves with reminders that everything would be as it’d been at the clinic, the only difference being the location. It took less than three minutes for her to refill the automatic feeder, Kuro immediately buried his face in the bowl with enthusiasm while she got fresh water for him, keeping her ears open for the pink-haired man. She could hear his footsteps as he wandered around her house, the morphine seemed to still be managing his pain, so it gave her the chance to get some things done while he explored.

Laundry started, takeout ordered, fresh sheets on the bed in the guest room, her things tucked away in her bedroom along with all those pills and that last dose, she’d have to remove the IV tonight, so she gathered up everything she’d need for that and set it off to the side until later; there wasn’t much else she could do until laundry was finished or dinner arrived. She breathed a deep sigh, turning her phone off and placing it on charge for the night, her fingers pinching open the claw-clip and freeing the rest of her white locks, brushing the shorter strands away from her eyes. She needed a game plan for the upcoming days, to figure out what she was going to do for when she had to go back to work if he wasn’t ready because although she was entirely fine with him staying at her house, she would worry herself half to death since she wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on him for ten hours at a time. If she wasn’t the sole doctor at her clinic then shortening her days wouldn’t be questionable, her nurse practitioners could do quite a bit to help lighten the load on the days she absolutely had to leave early but she tried not to do that often, hiring another doctor on was an option she could consider but she felt it would be suspicious to some degree since she’d taken a ”vacation” completely out of the blue.

‘There’s nothing I can do that wouldn’t raise questions.’

There wasn’t and she’d already done so much already that had been the biggest curveball ever thrown at her, doctoring the inventory so no one would know that high class medications had been essentially stolen, she’d performed a surgery without contacting anyone afterwards, she’d cleaned up the evidence of what her staff would see as a break-in, she’d kept a total stranger in her clinic for days, only to take him to her house to hide his existence. She’d have to go into work Monday early enough that she could hide all the evidence of another person and what she’d done, clean everything out from her office, get everything back in her make-shift hospital room and lock up the door until she had the time to actually put things back the way they’d been beforehand. The young doctor was doing things that she’d never dreamed of and as optimistic as she wanted to be that things would continue on as they had after her patient was on his way, she wasn’t naïve enough to believe that as truth. Things would never go back to how they’d been before Friday unless she wound up with amnesia and had the event completely wiped from her brain, she may not have known how it was going to affect her life moving forward, but it undoubtedly would.

Regardless, Yuki knew that she’d done the right thing, she wouldn’t have been able to live with herself if she hadn’t, she’d gone into the medical field to save lives and that’s what she’d done. She’d saved someone’s life and with the precautions she’d taken, no one would know aside from her and her pink-haired patient, she didn’t need nor want recognition for doing what she felt was right. She was worrying herself for nothing, this wouldn’t drastically affect her life in any way shape or form, she was just overanalyzing things. Once they parted ways, it’d be like it never happened, she’d go back to what she’d been doing and he’d go back to his life, they’d never see each other again, and that was that. The occasional thought about one another was the extent of it, maybe see one another on the street in passing but even that was slim chances with how crowded of a place Tokyo was.

The white-headed woman paused from pulling the last box from the delivery bag when she felt the warm hand press against the curve of her waist, her cheeks flushing as she looked back over her shoulder, lavender meeting aquamarine.

‘Just a few days.’ 

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[darkmermaidao3]

My Sanzu plush came in 🖤 I’m so happy

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[darkmermaidao3]

I got so excited that I didn’t snap a pic but I have all the founders now 🖤🖤🖤🖤

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[darkmermaidao3]

I am in fucking tears. I was so afraid I wouldn’t get him 🥲

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[darkmermaidao3]

I got four of six now, come on Baji. I need you!

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[darkmermaidao3]

Finally!!!!!

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[darkmermaidao3]

I got him!!!! Now I just need my Kazu 🖤

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[darkmermaidao3]

I was trying to get shinichiro but Kazu is just as good 🥰

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[darkmermaidao3]

Oh by the way @NerivanKazuto on twitter has started translating a few of the new panels so go and check them out and give them a follow if you're interested! It's super cool of them!!!!

Definitely go check them out!

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