#yandere platonic bonten x reader

[gatitties]

Care and comfort

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (platonic)

─ Summary: you were just trying to help someone and you ended up being the obsession of a criminal organization

─ Warnings: obsession, stalking, toxic behaviors, kidnapping, slight mention of drugs and stuff related

Part two / Part three / Part four / Part five

You turned on the light in your kitchen, almost tripping over one of the stools because your eyes were still half closed, you had fallen asleep correcting the last report that the newspaper where you worked had sent you. You had noticed that you hadn't even had dinner before, so you made a quick meal before heading back to work, but before you could touch your laptop you heard a crash at the front door, as if someone had collapsed and slammed against it.

It's not that you lived in one of the worst areas of the city, but it was strange that something happened in the wee hours of the morning, you walked slowly, opening the door, or trying to, because the body of a man was blocking the entrance, a few minutes of struggle was enough for the unconscious body to fall to the other side, leaving you to open the door completely and contemplate the man.

He had one of those mullets that were fashionable among young people, several earrings, some scars on his mouth and stains of what appeared to be vomit and blood, okay, you did not want to interfere with anyone who seemed to be a drug addict, but on second thought, it was better to help the man than to have to give statements to the police as to why there was a dead body at your door.

You dragged him home and laid him on the couch, laying him on his side so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit if he ever did, though after further scanning you decided he needed a good shower. You did not feel self-conscious in doing this job, you are of an age and you have worked in many things, among them you had a position taking care of the elderly, all kinds of care being more specific, so no, you did not feel uncomfortable having to wash this man.

You changed his clothes and put his striped suit in the wash, leaving him back on the sofa, you continued with your work, reading and quickly correcting the errors you found, the night passed quite quickly and you fell asleep once you were completely done your work, sending it to the head of the newspaper.

The next morning you woke up with a gun pointed at your temple and that man's pretty eyes staring back at you, good way to start the day indeed.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Are you young people these days so ungrateful? It was you who passed out on the doorstep of my house at two in the morning."

He lowered the gun, seeming to remember some parts of his night, he sat still a little bewildered and with his head elsewhere because of the drugs taken yesterday, he looked at you in silence now noticing his change of clothes as well as the smell of his hair, it was not the smell of his usual shampoo.

"Did you…?"

"Yes, oh, don't be ashamed, it's been a long time since I stopped being interested in that kind of thing, at a certain age the only thing one looks for is economic stability and peace of mind, are you going to stay for lunch?"

He blinked contemplating your calm form, he didn't know if he was still under the pressure of narcotics, but he didn't reject your proposal, Sanzu was anything but embarrassing, however he felt like a little boy next to you being cared for by the mother he never had.

For your part, he was not the first brat you helped, you had married friends, with grown children or adolescents who did not stop getting into small problems, you acted like the aunt who drinks wine and criticizes everyone at family gatherings, for your attitude, they found it easier to access you when they had problems they didn't want your friends ─their moms─ to know about, you always had their backs unless it was something that was detrimental to their health, then you wouldn't hesitate to call your friends to give their children a lecture, even as adults.

That same attitude was the one that made Sanzu visit you more often than he would like to admit, although most of the times he left scolded for coming home drunk or drugged, you never closed the door on him, how could you? You weren't heartless enough to leave him lying in the street when he came desperately asking for help with some of his hallucinations.

Your kindness led him to an obsession towards you, you were like his little lifeboat, his conscious part about all the madness in which he was involved, he began to watch you from afar, observing your interactions with strangers and friends, it bothered him, it bothered him that you were just as kind to others as you were to him, he wanted all your attention just for him. He was also worried about you, he had seen the worst part of the rotten world in which he lived, someone with a soft heart like you could not survive against the predators of this society.

Of course, Bonten executives were not stupid, usually most of them lived in the headquarters, they had private properties where they spent a few days or weeks, but most of the time they were in that headquarter, especially Sanzu, that's why they started to noticing his absence more and more, it's not like he had to explain himself to anyone ─except if Mikey asked him to─ but his behavior was strange, didn't he arrive drugged? It seemed like a bad joke, clothes without a bloodstain? he was definitely doing something outside their radar.

Not that the others cared much, but the Haitani brothers were a bit nosy, like gossips who want to know why their partner seems happier when he comes back in the morning after a night of 'fun'. They discussed it a couple of times with the others when Sanzu wasn't around, and they all agreed that his behavior was unusual, so they began to investigate what he did in his leisure.

This led to an ordinary person like you being watched by two executives of the largest criminal organization in the country. At first they thought that you were a whore with whom he had fallen in love, but investigating more about you, they discovered that you were a lady with an established daily life, there was nothing about you that stood out and yet you seemed so interesting.

"Sanzu please, I need to finish correcting this report, I promise you that later you can have all the hugs you want."

"No."

He tightened his grip on your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, you were trying to do your job but Sanzu found your hugs too comforting after you once found him crying ─from being drugged─, killing people leaves obstacles in any person and as much as he loved it, certain deaths of innocent people always ended up flying over his thoughts like ghosts that tormented him from time to time.

The sound of the doorbell made you stop typing, moving the man slightly away to go to open, you were not expecting a visitor which was strange to you, Sanzu felt a chill when you opened the door, meeting the eyes of the youngest of the Haitani directly, he got up quickly without even letting you ask what those guys wanted, he pulled you back before Ran could drag you with him.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?"

"Make sure you don't have too much fun, are you so in love that you forget the meetings?"

They started a little discussion while you looked blankly, you and Rindou looked at each other in silence while the other two talked, you greeted with a brief nod, thinking they were Sanzu's coworkers.

Luckily just when the discussion was getting more heated, a 'ding' coming from the oven threw everyone off concentration, taking advantage of this you got out of the man's strong grip, walking towards the kitchen to see that the cookies you had been working on before were ready.

"There are plenty of cookies for everyone, Sanzu you can invite your friends."

"They are not my friends!"

"That's very kind of you, we'd love to meet our friend's friend."

So you ended up having lunch with the three men in an awkward silence between them, due to the tension of which you preferred not to take into account, Ran and Rindou were quite nice and understood that you were not a love interest, nor did you want it, nor did you seek it. Alarm bells of boys without a mother figure going off again, of course you caught their interest more than before, they knew your background but not your personality, and they ended up falling into that obsession towards you, as if there was something that made them gravitate towards you, was it because of your simplicity? for your kind words? They didn't know it, but they were jealous that Sanzu could snuggle up against you and they would have to keep more of their distance.

Now you had three of Bonten's executives constantly visiting your house, whether it was asking you for small favors or advice on nonsense to asking you to make them cookies or food in general, they just desperately wanted your attention, like babies crying out for their mother.

This cycle of obsession only made the others begin to suspect that they were up to something, whether it was harmful to Bonten or not, Takeomi was the first to notice, Kokonoi the same, he noticed how the brothers spent a certain amount of money, which they didn't used to do that often, followed by Kakucho, Mochizuki and lastly Mikey.

So it led you to be kidnapped by Mochi after doing enough research on you, because they didn't take much notice of it at first when the brothers first noticed. You were tied hand and foot, a blindfold was removed after consciousness returned to you, you found yourself face to face with a man with immense dark circles and eyes full of lifeless, on his right side another man with a large scar on his face, on his left side another man with a small scar on his left eye.

You felt something cold touching your temple, again you had a gun pointed at you, held by the same boy who had kidnapped you, you turned your head also noticing another man with long white hair.

"Who are you and why do you have my executives after you?"

"Executives…?" you looked at everyone carefully, connecting the dots when you saw their tattoos "Oh- so that's why they never wanted to tell me what they worked for… are you some kind of organization? Like arms smuggling, money laundering or something?"

You took the situation calmly, that your life was hanging by a thread right now was not one of your biggest concerns, you had lived a full and happy life up to now, you had no regrets, you were mature enough to understand the point at which you were, the more the years go by, the less afraid you are of the things that used to terrify you when you were young.

"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY MOTHER!"

Everyone was surprised to see how Sanzu entered kicking Mochizuki so that the weapon flew out of his hands, away from you, the Haitani brothers followed closely untying you quickly while all those men had a discussion of looks, the dense silence was broken by your giggle, you were trying to control yourself as much as you could but it was impossible.

"My God, Sanzu, you just called me mom!?"

The boy's face was completely dyed in pink tones, all the attention was now focused on you while you let out a laugh at the slip that your child had, something made the hearts of others clench in pain when they heard your laugh, no matter how bad it sounded, whether it was asthmatic, uproarious, or silent laughter, it was like real music to the ears of all the executives at Bonten, including the leader. As if you had flipped a switch in the mind of their rotten minds, they now had a new interest in you, as if you had further triggered an obsession you were unaware of with the first three you met.

They began to understand why those three felt attracted to you, it was as if your mere presence was intoxicating for them, as if just listening to you or looking at you calmed their broken hearts, many alarms from boys without a mother figure, of course that was a triggering reason, all these men longed for that kind of love that they could hardly experience.

Now you had the criminal organization after you, not in a bad way, more like a bunch of men acting childishly because of your limited attention. One thing they were clear about without the need to speak, you were not going to leave their sight for a single moment from now on.

#tokyo revengers x reader #reader inser #fem reader #platonic reader #yandere platonic #bonten #bonten x reader #sanzu #mochi #mikey #ran #rindou #haitani #kakucho #kokonoi #motherly reader #yandere bonten x reader #yandere platonic bonten x reader #old reader

[cheesus-doodles]

Is it just an incredibly expensive party dress she is trying out or is it really for something else? Bonten Mikey seems to know at least :) Find out in Chapter 3 of Going Home (my Time Leaper darling AU)!

Another amazingly stunning piece by @purarupu ! Thank you again for the incredible work, blows my mind everytime I see it :D Been a while since this was done but just found the opportunity to post this given I commissioned this with Going Home in mind.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev #sano manjiro #bonten #mikey x reader #bonten mikey #bonten mikey x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x you #yandere mikey x you #tokyo rev x reader #commission #kakucho x reader #sanzu x reader #yandere platonic toman #ran haitani x reader #if you read the tags #thanks! #and also the first para has a lie - you dont actually find out what the dress is for just yet #but read regardless! please?

[rosemaryblossoms]

𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎

Platonic yandere Father Mikey x son reader featuring platonic yandere Bonten.

Trigger warning ⚠️: blood ( I forgot to put this for the ones who don’t like blood, my apologies)

Manjiro Sano lost too many people in his life. . . first his parents, his older brother, Draken, his best friend,his sister, Izana, toman, his grandfather, and now his wife. . . the only one he has left was his son, his little boy.

Right now he is holding you close , gently rocking you back and forth. He pets your ( hair length, color) hair and looks down at your sleeping form.

So peaceful. . .

So heart warming. . .

He loves you so much. . .

Right now once again he is fighting his demons. one side of him wants to give you up for adoption, not that he doesn’t love you, it’s because he wants you to live a normal life and doesn’t want you to deal with the stuff he is going through because he is the leader of a criminal organization and if people find out about you. . . The enemies of bonten will come after you as well as the police and he will have to give you a new life. the other half of him can’t let you go. . . He is selfish, he can’t let you , he needs you here with him, he will protect you and keep you hidden under lock and key. Your his last light. . . He needs you, he needs your warmth. “Dad” “yes son” “can we go to the cozy corner and the park today, also can we bring my uncles with us please?” Oh your “uncles”, when I mean your uncles I mean his executives,his number two and three, and his advisor. . . The nosy bitches, well koko ( hey Auntie koko needs that tea 😤☕️🫖 be grateful that he helps with money . . . Probably, maybe, I don’t know) basically at first the only ones that knew was sanzu, kakucho, and takeomi. . . the others found out because they saw you on their zoom meeting helping Mikey with the laundry while he is listening to their presentation and koko did research ( to make sure he doesn’t assume things and does not bother anyone specifically his boss) “sure just let me make a few phone calls (music stops here)

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AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!!!

𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀!!!

AAAAAH!!!!!

“Aww Sanzu you killed him, I wanted a turn” the short black and light lilac haired man cooed in a mocking tone.

They did it, they found the traitor who almost gave away the information about you.

“Im glad he is, his screams of pain were starting to get on my nerves” Mochi sighed in relief.

“Make sure you dispose the body properly” Kakucho said as he glared at the corpse.

“hey Kakucho, can you hand me the cleaners so I can wipe that disgusting pig’s blood off of the weap- Sanzu that’s enough he’s dead!” Takeomi says as he trys to pull his brother off the corpse.

“ but I’m not finished :(“

“I don’t give a damn”

“Pathetic” Rindou grimaced as he glared at the corpse.

“Agreed” Koko seethed in disgust.

Brrrrrrinnng Rɪɴɴɴɢ!

(Time skips because I’m running out of ideas 🥲)

“Yummy🥹” Mikey smiled as y/n ate his (your favorite dessert)

“Is that good kiddo” chuckled Mochi

“It’s really good”

“Glad you like it pumpkin” smiled Takeomi

“Your so cute I could just eat you up” Ran said playfully as he reached over and pinches your cheek(🤨. . . It’s not what your thinking, keep it clean)

“Did you have fun at at the park y/n” Kakucho said as he took a bite of his dessert.

“Yeah I enjoyed spending time with you guys”

“I’m glad you had fun”

*yawns*

“You tired” Rindou said as he fixes his glasses.

“ I don’t blame him, he ran around the whole park” chuckled Koko (pun intended)

(After a drive home, continue to read on after the songs are finished. Enjoy the gifs for the meantime)

*yawns*

It was night, stars decorated the dark skies and the moon shined.

You were now in your bed holding your father close as he pet your hair once more, the others sat down and just chilled.

you closed your eyes, finding your way into dreamland.

When your eyes closed, before you find the door in your dreams, you felt a soft, warm pair of lips on your forehead.

“Goodnight son”

You are the last flame, the burning candle, the one thing that keeps them sane

The Bonten prince

#tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #platonic #yandere mikey #yandere bonten #bonten x male reader

[maehemthemisfit]

❬ ✰❛ MASTERLIST ❀❜ ❱

› 〉 .ೃ had to make a list of all the yan!mikey (platonic) x reader x yan!sanzu (romantic) asks I get because I'm falling in love with them everyday : „ ↴

꒰⚘݄꒱₊ YANDERE CHRONICLES : ♡ ⤹ ぃ

ﾟ — ➴ Thank you anon for sending these

⊹₊ ⋆ BLURBS ꜜ

🗒 ❛ guardian angel ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► exposition based : looking out for mikey leads to sanzu having his eyes on you

🍓 ❛ wingman ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► toxic friend Mikey getting reminded of Emma and Draken when he sees you and yan Sanzu

🗒 ❛ hiding wounds ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► hiding wounds from mikey and sanzu is necessary, especially when sanzu is so eager to take care of you

🍓 ❛ marriage? uh... not really ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Bonten timeline Mikey pressuring reader to marry Sanzu

🗒 ❛ just needed some air ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► reader using their connections as excuses to get away from mikey and sanzu

🍓 ❛ spilling the tea ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu loves telling mikey about the cute things you do, you tell koko what really happened and he takes pity on you

🗒 ❛ mikey fluff ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► as the title says :D

🍓 ❛ the good old days ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► times you used to play with mikey's hair

🗒 ❛ hug em too ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► hugging mikey in front of sanzu

🍓 ❛ shh... he's sleeping ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu wants a hug but you're carrying mikey (to avoid him)

🗒 ❛ koala bear ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► only you can carry mikey, and everyone wonders how your back isn't broken yet

🍓 ❛ lemme see ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Imagine Sanzu catches u crying and like he’s all like what’s wrong I’ll kill them but it’s HIM and ur like hahaha no I just stubbed my toe....."

🗒 ❛ too much? ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu gets the bright idea to come back drenched in blood just so you can clean and "pamper" him

🍓 ❛ sanzu started it! ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu and the haitanis has a fight over you and it causes an all out brawl, mikey happens to walk in

🗒 ❛ it's my turn ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Mikey, whether in KM or Bonten will probably have a time limit when Sanzu cuddles/hugs you"

🍓 ❛ excuses, excuses ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu using mikey as an excuse to get you away from others

🗒 ❛ benkei and waka for the rescue ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Waka and Benkei walking up to you and giving you those old man ointment for back pain since you carry Mikey around everyday.

🍓 ❛ caretakers ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► oh great, you injured your leg. good thing mikey and sanzu is here to take care of you!

🗒 ❛ say ahh ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu feeding you soup but you didn’t open ur mouth and so he’s just pressing the spoon against ur lips like :) ?

🍓 ❛ hugging sanzu ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► sanzu trapping you in a hug

🗒 ❛ distraction ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "what do you think would happen if you caught sanzu hand mid way as it was about to attack a person who was in the wrong place in the wrong time of sanzus rage..."

🍓 ❛ can't stay mad ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► mikey and sanzu can't stay angry at you for a long time... they'll find a way to make it up to you

🗒 ❛ insecure? not on my watch ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "I can imagine that if you have really bad eating habits they changed once Mikey and Sanzu are around. Mikey'll have Sanzu make sure you're eating properly, Sanzu making all your favorites. And ofc they both comfort you when you feel insecure about yourself and your body :( "

🍓 ❛ handkerchief ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Imagine if you saw Kaku getting back to the KM base after Mikey assigned him to fight someone..."

🗒 ❛ (interaction) ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Mae I really love the irony you wrote on your recent drabble <3 The one where you would do anything to keep Mikey's joy alive even it costs your life, when in reality you're the reason for his joy and your death is the last straw for him.

🍓 ❛ mixed feelings ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► You know how Brahman's other purpose is to bring Mikey back ? I'm pretty sure that Akashi and Draken has mixed feelings about you. You're from KM and you're loyal to Mikey which means that you're supporting Mikey to remain in that path, however you're the one taking care of Mikey like he's your family. The mixed feelings they have when they saw you buying food alone, and when the vendor asked about it you just said, "My boss can't really have breaks, so at least I want him to eat well"

🗒 ❛ not so bad ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► MAE, imagine Takemichi being shooketh when he saw how polite you were. He's going somewhere near a food stall only to saw an executive of KM aka you. So he hid in case you beat him up, only to hear you say this to the vendor saying how he's thankful to you for being a loyal customer, and you replied with, "I should be the thankful one. My boss really likes your cooking and he's eager to eat unlike before". Takemichi's speechless, a KM executive has better manners than most ppl he met!

🍓 ❛ til the very end ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Bc you mentioned a what if that involved you dying in the future, HERE I GO. Imagine if the reason for your death is..."

🗒 ❛ rest in chains ༉‧₊˚✧

╰►"I think the other reason why Mikey went batshit like you said (and my imagine that you die, although I have a similar one with a happy ending that I didn't tell you hehe) is because you..."

🍓 ❛ bittersweet ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Okay so imagine if you're an executive of a powerful gang and you befriended Mikey in the toman era..."

🗒 ❛ im fine! ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Mae so I read something about psychogenic fever aka fever due to stress, and I think that as KM reader grows older, her health's getting weaker. Especially the work stress from Bonten and also having to deal with two possessive men aka Mikey and Sanzu. You try your best to hide it from Bonten, you definitely don't want Mikey to start treating you like glass. "

🍓 ❛ overtime ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► you resort to working in secret whenever you're away from sanzu and mikey

🗒 ❛ bombastic side eye ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► just the haitanis giving sanzu the side eye because do he really think he could bag somebody like you??

🍓 ❛ evasive maneuvers ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Sanzu's so good at finding you that you've developed a sixth sense to help avoid him

🗒 ❛ hotel room ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► when Bonten requires staying in a hotel you're off limits to Sanzu at night

🍓 ❛ prowerpoint ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Sanzu's makes a powerpoint to convince mikey to let you stay in his hotel room

⊹₊ ⋆ ONESHOTS/IMAGINES/HEADCANONS ꜜ

🗒 ❛ ten minutes wouldn't hurt ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► delivering food for mikey and accidentally falling asleep in his office

🍓 ❛ stop movin ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Imagine if you ended up being a self taught medic bc you don't want Sanzu to treat you..."

🗒 ❛ only him ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► mikey doesn't like leaving you alone, so he has sanzu watch you

🍓 ❛ why aren't you with sanzu? ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Before Mikey starts supporting your relationship with Sanzu, buying snacks for you and Mikey was your way of avoiding yan Sanzu. It changed when Mikey started encouraging the relationship though. Imagine that you went back to the base with snacks, and after thanking you Mikey asked, "Why aren't you with Sanzu ?" "

🗒 ❛ insecure? not on my watch ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "I can imagine that if you have really bad eating habits they changed once Mikey and Sanzu are around. Mikey'll have Sanzu make sure you're eating properly, Sanzu making all your favorites. And ofc they both comfort you when you feel insecure about yourself and your body :( "

🍓 ❛ snack tour ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "During the earlier times of being in KM, you're quite distant with Mikey since he's very hard to talk to unless it's like gang business. However, you know other shortcuts to the base which has tons of street food stalls like dorayaki, taiyaki, crepes, etc so you ended up buying taiyaki for Mikey saying that you passed by multiple stalls otw to the base, might as well buy some. Both of you start bonding when you offer to take Mikey on a ✨street snacks tour✨. Just vibing with your boss."

🗒 ❛ mother hen ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Mikey following you around like a kitten especially in the office. You want to go out and buy food? Either it's him assigning someone bc you have to spend time with him and Sanzu, or him following you as well."

🍓 ❛ don't say nothin ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► Sanzu as always is taking his sweet time tending to your wounds and a member comments on it

🗒 ❛ play pretend ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "Imagine you hearing Koko's name from Mikey's office when you came back from an assignment, and you overheard Sanzu saying that they should warn Koko about getting too close to you. You don't want Koko getting hurt, so you texted Koko before knocking on the door. The whole day you're the clinging to them, intending to distract them so that they wouldn't go for Koko."

🍓 ❛ lion's den ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► "If toman Mikey couldn't sleep without the towel/blanket thing (it's in the manga), KM and Bonten Mikey most likely couldn't sleep without your KM coat or blazer. It's really difficult to persuade Mikey to give your coat or blazer back though..." how far would you go to get it back by any means? all you have to do is not wake up the lion.

🗒 ❛ political marriage ༉‧₊˚✧

╰► an allied gang of bonten let's their tongue slip and mentions how it'll be a wonderful idea for you to marry their leader or one of their executives. Mikey and Sanzu aren't too fond of the idea

⊹₊ ⋆ IN SEMI-ORDER ꜜ

guardian angel

wingman

hiding wounds

marriage? uh... not really

just needed some air

spilling the tea

mikey fluff

the good old days

hug em too

shh... he's sleeping

koala bear

lemme see

too much?

sanzu started it!

it's my turn

excuses, excuses

for the rescue

caretakers

say ahh

hugging sanzu

ten minutes wouldn't hurt

distraction

stop movin

only him

why aren't you with sanzu?

can't stay mad

insecure? not on my watch

snack tour

handkerchief

mixed feelings

not so bad

til the very end

rest in chains

bittersweet

I'm fine!

mother hen

overtime

don't say nothin

play pretend

bombastic side eye

evasive maneuvers

lion's den

hotel room

powerpoint

political marriage

⌢ : ♡ ⤹ ぃ ﾟ.

This is the majority of it! and all future scenarios related to this will go here ✨

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #mikey x reader #[💛] mae . • . ° favorites ♡⁠˖ #tokyo rev fluff #mikey fluff #sanzu #sanzu x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #sanzu hcs #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu scenarios #tr x reader #yandere mikey #yandere manjiro sano #manjirou x reader #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano #sano manjiro #manjiro x reader #kokonoi #kanto manji gang #kanto mikey #bonten #bonten x reader #bonten x you #mikey imagines #yandere chronicles

[meraxesmoon]

Heyy! Can u do Sanzu x teen!fem!reader with daddy issues who looks up to him! (It’s been kinda rough at home lately and this would cheer me up!)Tyy

warnings: yandere content, platonic relationships, me pushing the dad! sanzu agenda again, tw for an abusive dad, trauma responses, it's giving geralt and cirri from the witcher

┍━━━━━━━ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗━━━━━━━┑

There's a lot to admire about Sanzu Haruchiyo, despite what others outside of Bonten say of him. He's loyal, trustworthy (if he trusts you), and he's protective of those he cares about. He may be terrifying to most, but there are a select few that can tolerate Haruchiyo, despite his many flaws and erratic behavior.

So, you can imagine his surprise when Mikey shows up with a roughed up little girl, and she immediately takes a liking to him.

Sanzu doesn't know the full story, all he got from his King was that her father was an abusive piece of shit and she had somehow come into Mikey's care. That most likely meant that her 'father' was dead, and now she was Bonten's kid. Their dynamic starts off rocky, because when she's first brought home, (Name) is terrified, of men especially. Mikey basically hands her over to Sanzu and Kakucho when he's away, they're her main caretakers.

(Name), through the years, becomes especially close with Sanzu and follows him around like a baby duckling. She admires him highly and believes him to be high above men.

I imagine that she doesn't call him dad or anything, but it's pretty known that this is Sanzu's kid. He teaches her how to wield a katana and self-defense. Obviously, he tries to keep his less savory hobbies away from her, but it's like a found family.

Dad! Sanzu is the best!

the way i ran to write this omgggg

i would hug you if i could bby <3

#cw: yandere content #cw: yandere blog #cw: yandere #yandere sanzu haruchiyo #yandere akashi haruchiyo #yandere tokyo rev #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tr #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere content #yandere #kay writes #rhxegal

[yandere-wishes]

⋆  ⋆ 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤//𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤 ⋆  ⋆

Yandere drabbles (not fics, but equally as sweet)

Just shorter yandere ideas that me and the anons have come up with. If you're not in the mood to read long format 'x reader' stories then these goodies are perfect for you! Feel free to add/further discuss any ideas you may have regarding these snippets. Full Masterlists Here and Here

💜General

Café date

Genie's clothing brand (Melancholy and Pitch)

Happy days

Yandere x Reader X Platonic!Yandere

Marry Me

If evil why husband?

Why did you start writing Yandere?

The darling with no attention span

Is he mentally unhinged?

They're perfect!!

My favorite Disney prince

My spirit is in the 70's

And now I have become her

My two types

💋💋💋

Just say I love you!!

This one is for the hot girlies

My aesthetic

How I write a resume

Nostalgia

I chose violence

I need more...

I have QUESTIONS

Men...

Fav Authors

The importance of Holidays

Transformers terminology

The sons of sand😍🤩😍🤩

💜Genshin impact

▹▹General 

Just a dream

▹▹ Wriothesley

Yandere Werewolf Wriothesley

Yandere Werewolf Wriothesley part 2

Wriothesley's cute housewife

Making out with Wriothesley

You're so perfect. You're so scary

Wriothesley's cheerleader

▹▹Neuvillette

Neuvillette and darling at a ball

▹▹Scaramouch

Fluffy Scaramouch

Scaramouche x Ballarina!Reader

💜Barbie

Kens w/ self-harming reader

Kens w/ a Barbie who liked them before

How to love a Ken

Ken w/ a reader who has intrusive thoughts

Ken kidnapping a human

KEN-cerning

Fate

💜Star Wars

▹▹General 

💞Mandalorians💞

Anakin Skywalker and Darth Maul sharing a darling

🥰Head Empty Just Them🥰

An idea (ft. Maul, Anakin and Baby Luke and Leia)

Spoiled sith lords

Domestic life with Darth Maul and Anakin Skywalker

Future Sith lords drabbles

Maul's robotic legs and Grievous' body

A random cheerleader Au (read the comments)

Star Wars Prequel Analysis

Kiss the Mask (Yandere! Sith Lords)

Ancient Sith Lords(Marka Ragnos and Tulak Hord)

▹▹Anakin Skywalker

Anakin falling for his Padawan

Ghostface Anakin

Ghostface! Anakin future ideas

▹▹Darth Maul

Disney+ TV Show

Darth Maul taking a Nightsister as his queen

Darth Maul origins

Extracts from Darth Maul's journal

▹▹Obi Wan Kenobi

"I'm staying with Obi Wan"

▹▹General Grievous

Cyborg lovers unite

The Bride of Grievous

▹▹Boba Fett

Yandere! Boba Fett x reader (Ft. Fennec Shand)

▹▹Clones

Yandere Fives

The clones sharing their lover

▹▹Savage Opress

Yandere!Savage and nightsister darling

▹▹Luke Skywalker

Luke my prince 😍

▹▹Revan

General yandere Revan headcanons

Revan w/ an unwilling and willing darling

💜Twisted Wonderland

General

Leona Kingscholar vs Fellow Honest

Dorm Leaders as french expressions

▹▹Fellow Honest

Fellow Honest feeding his darling sweets

Fellow Honest and his Darling (first/initial take)

Fellow Honest buying his darling luxurious gifts

Fellow Honest and his foxy nature

💜Marvel

▹▹ Tony Stark (Ironman)

Do it for HIM!

▹▹ Miles Morales

The prowler and 42!Spidergirl

▹▹Megneto

Megneto my love

💜Important/social commentary

Iranians and the Occupation of Palestine

💜Tokyo Revengers

Bonten!Baji

💜Jujutsu Kaisen

How to get an obsession

💜Honkai Star Rail

Boothill x Housewife!Darling

💜Dune

Chase scene

#yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yandere x you #yandere aesthetic #yandere headcanons #genshin impact headcanons

[zeltqz]

Hiii! I seen that requests were open!! May I request one of these? I couldn’t choose so I wondered if you would 😅? I didn’t see in your rules if you were ok with multiple per ask so if you’re not please don’t feel pressured! I love your work so I figured I’d try my luck!

Platonic yandere haitani brothers x reader where she’s their older sister. She’s cunning, ruthless and whatnot so she’s an honorary bonten member.

Bonten Mikey x reader where her little sister does something like this

This but hanma x reader

🖤

HEYY THANKS FOR THE ASKS

I dont mind multiple asks but when i get requests i like to respond to the ask with the fic so you can spam my inbox with multiple asks as long as theyre seperate <3

ALSO none of the links you sent work so i cant see the image, could you resend them pls?

[lilydale-1919]

PLATONIC YANDERE HARUCHIYO "SANZU" AND TAKEOMI AKASHI (BONTEN) X SENJU READER X PLATONIC YANDERE MIKEY

BACKGROUND INFORMATION ABOUT READER

READER IS 16 YEARS OLD

HAS WHITE AND SHORT HAIR AND GOLD EYES

READER IS IN HIGH SCHOOL

HAS THE PERSONALITY OF EMMA SANO AND SENJU AKASHI

HEADCANON

WHEN AND WHERE DO THEY MET

SANZU -MET YOU IN THE PARK AT NIGHT AND WHEN HIS HIGH ON ILLICIT DRUGS AND HE THOUGHT HE WAS HALLUCINATING SEEING HIS SISTER IN YOU

TAKEOMI - MET YOU IN A ROOFTOP WHILE HE WAS SMOKING A CIGARETTE HE SAW YOU SEATING THERE READING A BOOK WHO WAS KILLED

MIKEY - IT WAS RAINING AND HE WAS SEATING ON A BENCH ON A PARK HEAD DOWN AND READER APPROACH HIM AND OFFER HIM HER UMBRELLA AND HE SAW HE'S FORMER ENEMY WHO WAS KILLED IN THE FIGHT OF THE 3 DEITIES

TYPE OF YANDERE

SANZU IS A DELUSIONAL HE LOST HIS SISTER ONCE AND IT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN AGAIN HE THINKS YOUR SENJU

TAKEOMI -CONTROLLING YANDERE HE WE'LL KIDNAPPED YOU AND FORCE YOU TO ACT LIKE SENJU

MIKEY -DELUSIONAL HE WILL THINK YOU'RE EMMA HE LOST ALL THE PEOPLE HE LOVE AND SURPRISE SURPRISE HE WAS THE ONE WHO ENCOURAGED TAKEOMI TO KIDNAPPED YOU AND WE'LL FORCE YOU TO DRESS LIKE EMMA

OH DEAR SISTER I'M NOT GOING TO LOSE YOU AGAIN

#yandere tokyo revengers x reader

[rozcdust]

Request rules

Requests are: closed

This blog contains mature and NSFW content, MDNI!

➣ All characters are age 18+ or up! I will not write about minors in any context.

➣ I write for Bonten and Tokyo Revengers, crossover fics are okay.

➣ I have the right to turn down any request.

✑ What I will write

➣ Fluff

➣ Angst

➣ Darkfics

➣ SMAUs

➣ Suggestive content

➣ Headcanons

➣ F!, GN! and M!reader

➣ Character x character

➣ Platonic relationships - siblings, friendships, QPP

➣ Unhinged reader

➣ Yandere reader

➣ Character centric angst

➣ Manipulation

➣ Toxic relationships

➣ Polyamory

➣ AUs

➣ Violence

➣ Heavier themes - mental illness, suicidal tendencies, gore, substance abuse

✑ What I may write but will take a long long while

➣ Smut

✑ What I will not write

➣ Pedophilia

➣ Necrophilia

➣ Incest

➣ Non-con

➣ Sub reader

➣ Pregnant reader

➣ Passive reader

How to request

➣ Send me an ask

➣ DM

➣ Please specify the gender of the reader and the genre you want (angst, fluff, darkfic etc.)

It may take a while to get to the requests, as I am a secondary school student and need to study for my university entrance exam, but I will do them as soon as I can.

#tokyorev #tokyo revengers #bonten #request rules

[gatitties]

The truth

—Yandere!Bonten x motherly!reader (platonic)

—Summary: an accident makes you more aware of reality even though you already knew it, but what can someone like you do?

—Warnings: blood, kidnapping, obsession, toxic behaviors, harassment

I never thought this would go so far as to have five parts but... here we are! 🫣 (maybe this part is a bit long, srry)

@boycigs there you go!! 🫶🏻

Part one / Part two / Part three / Part four

You fumbled with the wall for the light switch, your tired eyes playing with you and making you almost trip over a blanket that had been thrown on the floor.

You yawned stretching your back, you had been working on some files that Kokonoi asked you to correct, you fell asleep without dinner and your stomach decided to wake you up at this time of night.

Luckily you had some leftovers from today's lunch, everyone had come to eat despite it being your 'day off', but since they had been busy with work more than usual lately, they couldn't spend as much time with you as they would like, although that didn't stop them from hiding cameras in your apartment to check that everything was okay from time to time.

A knock at the door made you frown, remembering the first time you met Sanzu. You walked slowly, expecting to run into him, or even one of the Haitani brothers who ran brothels near the area, it wouldn't be the first time they've come home drunk after a good night.

When you opened it, confusion flooded your face, there was no one there, not a note, nothing, you thought that maybe you were still too sleepy and you had hallucinated, or maybe it was some late-night teenager making a joke. You shrugged shutting to go back to your dinner, but before you knew it or could make a move something hit you in the back of the neck, knocking you unconscious, the last thing you saw was a few blurry faces, but none you knew in the slightest.

Panic, panic was the first thing Mochizuki experienced when he saw the recordings from the cameras installed in your house. He had to do a checkup the next morning and just seeing how careless they had been to let that trash kidnap you made his thoughts turn to disgust and guilt.

Not even five minutes after seeing that, all the executives were gathered in their meeting room, no matter where they were, they all got there instantly upon answering Mochi's call.

"And if I pause right here..." Mochi stopped the video just as two men lifted your unconscious body "this guy here, on his neck, his tattoo is from another band."

"Those bastards have been giving us so much trouble lately, I'm looking forward to seeing blood drain from their brains."

Sanzu slammed both hands on the table, completely irritated and concerned for your well-being, he was controlling his urge to go looking for you only because Mikey had remained silent with a blank stare throughout the entire meeting.

The Haitani brothers were already warming up to fight, Takeomi was mobilizing some men to search your apartment for clues while Koko and Kakucho were trying to find where your chip signal was. Yes, although unknown to you, they decided to insert a tracking chip into you a while ago just to know where you were when they couldn't be around.

The signal was bad, either because you were too far away from their location or because you were somewhere underground, which didn't help much. They were all probably on the verge of hysteria, the search wasn't going fast enough as they'd like and it only made their mood worse.

It took at least five days for them to come up with any solid leads to your whereabouts, the worst five days of their existence, the poor people or employees who will come across any of them probably aren't alive anymore. Mikey locked himself in and refused to come out unless they heard from you, he barely ate and his sleep schedule got even worse.

"Are you sure it's there?"

"Yes, several of our men have seen these guys with the same tattoo come and go, it doesn't appear to be their central base but it's hidden enough to carry out kidnappings."

Takeomi pointed to a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, everyone mobilized to go there immediately, even Mikey and Kokonoi, who didn't usually get their hands dirty with this kind of work, decided to go.

As for you... it was confusing the first day you woke up, the feeling of a gun pointed at your head became familiar as did the ropes on your wrists and ankles. Your reaction upon seeing the criminals was to release an inaudible sigh, without fear or surprise, your state was neutral.

You knew it, you knew that sooner or later this was going to happen, as much as your guys will try to hide you from problems with other mafias, there are always some leaks, and playing with loved ones from enemy gangs is the easiest card to play to threaten. Although in this case they didn't even have time to issue a threat to Bonten when they had already been threatened by your kidnapping.

The following days were threats to your people to try to get information that could put Bonten in trouble, as well as planning to move to another of their hideouts, however you were unaware of most of the things that Bonten did, although you were their secretary, you were only in charge of planning schedules and correcting some superficial reports from Kokonoi, you were not much help to these scoundrels.

"Damn! I don't understand how they could have protected you so much if you're just a useless old woman, you're useless! Why the hell do those guys hold you in such high esteem...?"

In the outburst of anger as he took it out on you, the sound of his hand slamming into your cheek sounded as the door above fell off its hinges.

"Boss, we have a prob-!"

The eye of the man who was coming down the stairs was blown out thanks to a bullet, landing right between your feet, you closed your eyes and, no matter if you don't believe in any god or anything, you prayed, not for you, but for what all these people did not suffer such a painful death.

You knew what Bonten men were capable of, at first you thought you were exaggerating, but that was the truth and at times, it terrified you. You were terrified to think of all the lives that left this world just because of you, your boys were more than gangsters, more than just criminals, they were monsters looking for any excuse to kill, and you were that excuse.

You knew that there was nothing in this world that would make you reverse time to the point of not having helped that drunk guy at the door of your house, you knew that nothing would make all those men leave your side because of showing your kindness, you knew that no kind of therapy could help such rotten minds at this point, so you could only swallow, as scared as you were, as much as your legs trembled, you had chosen this path yourself and you had to accept it.

"Mom..."

Your breath quickened slightly as you felt Sanzu's cold hand resting on your cheek, you slowly opened your eyes to see pure relief reflected in his, ignoring the bloodstains on his clothes and face, and even ignoring the blood he was leaving on your face, you smiled at him.

"I'm fine guys, I'm… fine."

You had to swallow and avoid getting dizzy from the smell of oxide in the place, your memories are blurry when you try to remember when you left there, you remember seeing many practically mutilated bodies, a river of blood and many arms holding your body as if you were going to disintegrate at that precise moment.

After you were rescued, you spent at least two days in a hospital at Kokonoi's request to see that you didn't have any injuries, everyone turned to you with questions about how you were doing, especially mentally.

It became suffocating, the amount of attention you received after that event, made you understand that, from now on, you could not have a single moment for yourself, no matter the job, the time or the place, you will always have one of them on top of you to keep an eye on you.

It doesn't matter if you complain, the truth, which you had to accept once again, is that nothing but death could separate you from these men, because they were not willing to let you go, ever. But the worst of all is that you accepted it, you accepted your fate, a fate that was sealed a long time ago, you accepted that you lived with monsters, that you helped and treated horrible people like completely sane people, but, an ordinary person like you, no could change anything.

"How long until the cake is ready?"

"Don't be impatient Rin, it's only been in the oven for five minutes."

"That's already a long time..."

"Shut up, you're always so impatient!"

"Are you looking for a fight!?"

"Kakucho, could you...?"

A nod from him made you sigh in relief, breaking up the Haitani brothers' fight as you sat at the table with the others who were talking about random topics. You stared into your teacup, your blank stare imagining imaginary scenes of another lifestyle in the steaming liquid.

"Are you ok? You seem distracted."

You looked at Kokonoi, keeping your gaze off without focusing on his face, you nodded with a slight smile when you saw that everyone had shut up to look at you.

"Yeah, I just didn't sleep well today."

"We'll buy a new bed then."

"I did not mean that..."

And like many things in your current life, your opinion was thrown away just to bring you more 'comfort'. You had no power and that was the absolute truth, nothing could change at this point.

#tk #tokyo revengers #tokyo revenger x reader #reader insert #fem reader #x reader #xreader #platonic reader #sfw #yandere platonic #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere bonten x reader #bonten x reader #bonten x platonic reader #yandere platonic bonten x reader #platonic yandere #tokyo revengers x platonic reader #motherly reader #old reader

[gatitties]

Dye it baby

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: a special day with your boys, a day of memories and torture

─ Warnings: obsession, metion of bullying, toxic behavior, blood, mention of torture, yandere stuff

Part one / Part two / Part three / Part five

How the first two parts have 1000 likes ??? thank you very much!! 🫶🏻

Lil edit: sorry @boycigs it's been so long i forgot i had to tag you 😭

You never knew how to measure quantities when cooking, because you didn't want to go short, you always ended up adding more ingredients than you should, which led you to make too much food, in this case, little strawberry cupcakes along with some other fruits.

You had time to do it on one of those rare days where you weren't being stifled by the presence of any Bonten executive, having you as their secretary made it easier for them to be accessible to you, but unfortunately they couldn't stop you from interacting with other people, more than anything because they also needed men to do their dirty work, men you seemed to talk to from time to time, which they didn't like.

For you, it was just small interactions, greetings, small talks with the guys who were hanging around, who came from missions or bodyguards who watched every corner in the barracks, nothing really important, you were just being nice like you would to anyone else, although most of them would only nod at your presence or words, they had already been threatened and knew the consequences.

But that didn't stop some clueless from enjoying your presence more than they would like, not to mention the fact that you want to distribute the leftover cupcakes among those men, they'd rather throw away your homemade food before those creeps could taste it, but they couldn't stop you, at least not most of the time.

You wanted to think that the disappearance of some people with whom you spoke or shared that leftover food was not your fault, after all, working with this type of criminal exposed you to many dangers, but you really did not know how far your boys could go for simply smiling at another person.

You put those thoughts aside, clutching the box full of cupcakes tightly, you reached the elevator in the main building, dialing the highest number, you waited patiently, humming the light music on hold, on your way out you simply walked a few more steps and knocked on the door already well known. It opened with a creak, as soon as you entered, being received by an arm hooking onto you in a loose hug, you smiled when you saw Mikey, anxious to see what you had prepared this time, despite not being his favorites, everything you did to he, would be a culinary work.

"By the way, today is dyeing day."

"Hmm? It is?"

You muttered at Rindou's words, noticing now, the boys who already had part of their natural color at the root of their hair, you shrugged smiling at the younger of the Haitani, nodding at his request, earning pitying glances from Kakucho, who was the only one who decided not to alter his original hair.

You approached him, rubbing his shoulders in a comforting way, trying not to let his kicked puppy look affect you, you offered him a smile that was enough to warm his heart, looking for a second at the expressions of his companions to silently boast of being the only one that received all your attention.

"Don't worry Kaku, I'll make sure that my next day off is just for you, we can make that recipe you told me about the other day, or visit some place you want."

The completely bitter and serious expressions of the others turned into small grimaces that were meant to be smiles as you turned to them, letting Takeomi lead the group out while you give a last silent wave to Kakucho, who simply nodded at your action, as soon as you were out of sight a frown on his face.

Kaku really hated 'dyeing days' because he was the only one not included in the bonding time with everyone, but then again he could always take advantage of it, just like now, he always got an extra day with you, and best of all It's just that it was just you and him, so he had your full attention.

Although he had to leave that for later, now, returning with the boys and you, you went out of the building to the crowded streets of Tokyo, everyone staying on the sidelines except Kokonoi, who was the only one who went with you to buy the hair dye, since the group itself would draw a lot of attention and he was the one handling the money, the others reluctantly agreed as he took your hand to guide you to the nearest store.

"Don't you want to dye your hair too?"

"I think not for now, my hair doesn't look so bad right?"

"Of course not! It's perfectly fine."

You laughed at how Koko was quick to make sure your hair was perfectly fine, knowing how delicate people your age could be because of the dreaded gray hair. You both walked out of there after choosing the appropriate colors for everyone, smiling at the packages you were holding in your hand.

It reminded you of your youth, you went through that stage too, you learned how to apply the dye on your own because going to a hairdresser would be a lot of work and much more expensive, although you stopped applying so many dyes to your hair because it started to get drier. When the boys discovered this —snooping through your old photos from your high school days— they asked you to apply the dye.

While everyone got used to being treated by a ridiculously expensive professional hairdresser, nothing could compare to taking advantage of this to spend more time with you, not to mention enjoying the feeling of being pampered by you, giving them a little scalp massage when you applied the dye to them, it was something that even the most experienced or expert hairdresser could not achieve.

"Who should be first?"

You all ended up in your house, because you continued to maintain that house even though the boys told you it wasn't necessary, but you hadn't spent most of your life working to buy this property and now just abandon it so abruptly, no, you weren't going through that, plus it was always like a refuge of your own peace of mind, although in the majority there was always someone who interrupted you on your day off.

You observed that everyone had impatient eyes, watching as you internally debated who should be the first to go through your majestic hands and head caresses, taking one last look at everyone you made up your mind once and for all.

"I guess we can start with Ran, since I'm going to take longer with him, you go after Rin, the rest of you shouldn't take that long so you can choose the order, oh, without any shouting or throwing knives."

You warned before taking the brothers to the bathroom, aware that the last time you told them to choose the order in which you were going to dye them they ended up fighting to see who would be the first to receive your attention. You started working with Ran, massaging his head while applying the dye, it took you half an hour to finish them both as they had two different colors, which complicated the process, luckily the others only had one color to choose from.

You weren't surprised that the next one to enter the bathroom was Mikey, after all he was the boss, and if the brothers had been lucky enough to go before him, it was only because it was your decision and he respected it. You took your time with him, knowing that he enjoyed more than anyone the reassurance that your fingers gave him, running over his skin in a firm but gentle way, it was refreshing for him, the only place where he could let his guard down and relax to the point where he almost falls asleep

The next one was Takeomi, he was the fastest since he only had a small part of his hair, that didn't mean that he didn't feel satisfied by the simple fact of being with you alone. He was followed by an impatient Sanzu, who was always very restless despite being with you, as if he were the rebellious and hyperactive son of the group, then Mochizuki entered and finally Kokonoi.

You sighed once you kicked Koko out of the bathroom, leaving you to relieve yourself while cleaning the dye stains left on your hands, you wet your face to cool off, feeling tired after a long day.

"Guys… can you tell me what the hell are you doing with my school album again? I thought I had hidden it…"

You stared blankly at the group of men who decided to deliberately ignore your words, one of the few times they did, more focused on gossiping about your past as a student.

"Who is it? You have many photos with this person."

Sanzu pointed, you approached to check who was, a smile tugging at your lips upon seeing that person, the boys silently stared at your expression, feeling an internal anger against the stranger despite not knowing anything about that person.

"That was my first couple, although we didn't end up very well."

"Why?"

"Cheated on me with someone else." you immediately noticed how the tension increased in the room, rushing to continue talking "Oh, but we were both very inexperienced, it was the first relationship for both of us and we had many ups and downs."

"Why would you keep the photos of this person? Seems useless."

"Mikey… that's rude, I keep them because it's a memory of my life, although I only keep the good times."

They continued to look at more photos —some embarrassing— and judge the people you had the closest contact with in the past, Takeomi making a mental list of the few names you inadvertently let slip as you remembered between laughs and blushes of embarrassment your adolescent adventures

Although there was someone who annoyed them more than anyone, a girl, an old classmate who decided to mess with you for something quite common in pubescence, pimples and early physical changes, her harassment was only verbal, small teasing so that her group of friends would laugh, luckily nothing physical happened, mostly because one day you decided to stand up to it and set the record straight, since teachers don't do much, you decided that sometimes taking control of the situation wasn't a bad idea.

The girl was embarrassed years later by her attitude towards you and apologized when you met her as an adult, you simply forgave her because she was not and would not be anyone important in your life, there was no point in hating her when you could just forget her.

But the boys did not like this at all, they heard from your own mouth ─because they begged you to tell them the whole story─ that many nights you cried, self-conscious about your appearance, forcing you to do things that were dangerous to your health, both mental and physical, you didn't go to extremes, but without a doubt that year was a bad time that you prefer to bury in the depths of your mind.

Oh boy, Bonten was going to dig up the shit for you to clear your conscience, rather his own under the guise of 'doing it for you', what better way to get over someone than to just wipe them off the face of the Earth? It's a pleasant job for them anyway, especially if they're people who had hurt their mother in some way. You may have taken it as a joke, but the idea of hunting down your former bad classmates, or teachers, were not empty words, it was a promise.

"Hello, Kakucho? Didn't we have an important meeting today?"

"Ah, we can always do without one or two, so don't worry, isn't it better to spend the day with me than listen to us talk for hours about business?"

"I suppose you're right, hearing about your companies is more boring than working as a cashier."

You smiled tightening Kaku's grip on your hand, leading you through a pretty garden full of different flowers, completely oblivious to the reasons why you hadn't been allowed to attend today's meeting. You let go of his hand when he had to take a call, seizing the moment alone you bent down to see a lovely red rose, touching the soft petals of it, going down to the stem just feeling a little prick.

"Ow, it has very sharp spines."

You muttered, a drop of blood falling onto the green grass, staining it slightly red, you immediately felt someone pull your shoulder back, meeting you with a worried look that caused you to laugh.

"Let's get you a doctor."

"Kaku, it's just a cut, some water and a band-aid will suffice."

"Oxygenated water, we don't know if more people have touched that."

"Okay big baby…"

As you spent the afternoon nonchalantly by Kakucho's side, the rest of the boys personally took it upon themselves to give proper torture to that girl who once messed with your appearance, all taking turns slowly draining her blood, letting her life slowly and painfully escaped from her body.

"This teach you not to mess with mom, you stupid bitch."

Sanzu smiled sickly, taking the last turn to finish at once, the others watching in silence, their faces, hands and clothes stained with fresh blood, feelings of pure hatred manifested with blows, stabs, cuts… it was the price to pay for messing with someone she shouldn't, and she had to accept it. Sanzu grabbed the trusty pistol from him, without thinking twice, drowning out the agonized screams that did not stop ringing for four full clock hours, the last drops of blood spattering the walls.

BONUS

"Where have you been? Arriving like this full of blood what the hell?"

Everyone ─except Kaku─ shrank from your angry gaze, ducking their heads like children scolded for doing something wrong, they already knew what they were up against when they arrived at your house completely covered in blood.

"Sorry mom."

They all answered in sync, avoiding your gaze at all costs so as not to feel worse, but they were too eager to see you after having disposed of yet another piece of garbage in the world.

"No 'sorry mom' do you know how difficult it is to get blood stains out of clothes? You're lucky I have my laundry hacks."

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[gatitties]

Caring you

─ Yandere!bonten x motherly!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: these men are just trying to take care of you so you're just theirs

─ Warnings: stalking, toxic behaviors, obsession, yandere stuff

Part one / Part three / Part four / Part five

@simpingfor-wakasa, @luno-614 did you want the second part? here it is!! 🫂

You sighed leaving the shopping bags at the entrance of your house, turning on the lights in the living room while you carried the bags back to the kitchen, only before you could even take a step you screamed when you saw Mikey sitting on your sofa eating a cookie quietly.

"Holy fu-, do you want me to have a heart attack one of these days?"

You had not seen his figure before so it was normal for you to be scared, although in recent weeks you had had these intruders breaking into your house, you did not recriminate them for breaking into your home because they practically "spared" your life that day in which they kidnapped you, yet the Bonten leader kept insisting that you should stay with them in their headquarters because the city was full of predators who could take advantage of the likes of you.

"You know that you still have time to come with us."

You had denied his offer by active and passive but nothing seemed to make Mikey reason, he didn't want to resort to kidnapping because he had already experienced that look from you once when you found him binging on the cookies you had made for everyone, of course he didn't want to share them, he snuck into your house at night so that they would only be his. Receiving that look of disapproval and disappointment made his heart sink, as if he were a kicked and scolded cat.

They had discovered that threats ─even if they were empty─ were useless against you, you had lived long enough for that kind of thing to affect you and you already had some loved ones waiting in the other world, besides, no matter how sadistic Sanzu was, he flatly refused that none of the other executives could even think of raising their hand to you or thinking of torture to make you bow down to them.

So Kakucho was the one who discovered that the best thing they could do to 'protect' you was blackmail, well, he thought it would work out considering that you didn't deny helping them whenever they came to your house looking for comfort or help, but you weren't an idiot. They were men old enough to take care of themselves, besides being criminals.

“Mikey, really, I don't know why I'm not six meters underground yet, I appreciate that, but I like my ordinary life."

Of course, Kokonoi offered you countless kinds of luxuries to try to take you into a comfortable life with them, which you refused just the same. Mikey got up walking towards the kitchen where you were placing the purchase, an action that was completely interrupted when the man hugged you, letting his face rest against your back.

"It's not fair… why can't you accept it? we just want you to be safe, I- I need you by my side, I want you to pay attention to me!"

And there he is… you didn't know Mikey's personality when he acted like a leader everyone feared, but next to you he was like a spoiled attention-seeking kid who throws a tantrum if he doesn't get what he wants. You turned so that his head rested on your chest, tightening your embrace a little and rubbing his back in circles, you had to push the atrocities these men engaged in very deep, but there was not much you could do about it either, it's not like if you could change their lives of crime, so as in all your life, swallow and follow the course of things, if these guys wanted your attention you were not going to deny it as long as they cut you out of their business and behave moderately around you.

"You don't need me seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day by your side, plus you always invade my apartment when you want."

He didn't respond to your words, he only clung to you more, almost squeezing you to get every last drop of your affection, Mikey knew he couldn't with your will to continue with your daily routine, but if that was going to continue like this the least he could do was spend as much time as possible with you.

Although as much as it bothers him, he is the leader and he has things to attend to, so he lets you have time with the others, much to his displeasure of course, he doesn't like to share very much, but he knows that you will scold him if he doesn't let the others have their time with you. Takeomi was in charge of making a schedule, taking into account your work hours and even leaving you one day off so that you had privacy and peace, although on those days off Rindou or Sanzu would surely escape to see you even though they weren't allowed to.

Kakucho would always accompany you when you had to cook, before you only had to make food for yourself, and now you find eight grown men clamoring for your homemade food, you appreciated the boy's help and he was more than happy to hear your praise about how well he cook, oh boy, Kaku's chest swells with joy every time you taste his food and you smile at him like a proud mother who has taught her son a new recipe that he has mastered perfectly. Although he doesn't show it as openly as the others, he yearns for your hugs in silence.

Kokonoi always accompanied you when shopping, this man will not let you spend a penny of your money while he is there, he makes sure that you don't lack for anything, although he is a bit annoyed that you refuse to buy stupidly expensive clothes, they just want to spoil you for everything you do for them, even if you don't even realize that your simple actions drive them crazy.

Mochi is undoubtedly the one that stalks you the most, he has to make sure that no creep gets too close, if this happens he will be calling Ran to find out information about that person and they will immediately contact Sanzu to eliminate them. After all you only need them and other people are harmful to you, of course they will still let you keep your close friends and family because they make you happy, and they wouldn't do anything wrong with you, unless they do, when someone close to you does something to you that they don't like, they will comfort you after that person died mysteriously or in an 'accident'.

Which happened… it had to happen, it was a friend you made relatively recently, just a few months before Sanzu collapsed at the door of your house that dawning. You felt comfortable with him and you got closer quite quickly, although you usually used to communicate more by messages than face to face, you always made time to go out one day, the Bonten men controlled all the people you interacted with, even if they were a simple supermarket clerk, if their tone were apathetic with you, they wouldn't last much longer in this world.

Just as they knew everyone you talked to, they knew about this man and they didn't like him one bit, they looked up information about him and Rindou found out that he was a filthy gambler who spent a few nights in brothels, had some history of violence and minimal arrests, it was enough. But the worst thing was the way he looked at you, Takeomi described it when he was following you secretly, his eyes looked at you with disgusting love when you only saw him as a good friend, that thing shouldn't even deserve a second of your time. Mikey asked you about him one day ─because he's a 'curious' boy and wanted to know things directly from you─ and they found out that this disgusting guy simply lied to you about his job and hobbies, although you already found out on your own and complained to him, he promised that he was trying to fix and run his life again, you accepted it by deciding to keep the friendship.

And the guy really started to straighten his life out a bit, but still… that look he gave you kept bugging your boys, plus if you got a partner your attention would get harder and harder to get and they weren't passing by. Even though you weren't interested in having a partner, it didn't convince them, that guy was going to make you feel uncomfortable because he planned to declare himself and you didn't feel the same, it was the breaking point and the end for him.

Today was your friend's funeral, not much in the mood to stay there any longer, you gave your condolences to the family and went home with tears running from your eyes, maybe he wasn't the best person but you still considered him a friend. When you got home, what you least expected was to see those eight men waiting impatiently for you, they knew it, they knew that you were a little more vulnerable now and they wanted to take advantage of that.

"Why is everyone here? Something has happened? I'm not going to launder money or hide weapons here if you want any of those favors."

You wiped your tears leaving your jacket on the coat rack, the first to approach you was Mikey, murmuring your name as he dragged you to the sofa.

"We just had a bad feeling, are you okay?"

"Oh…"

They acted worried even though it hurt to see your tears, a little upset because they were tears for that scum, but now they wanted to focus on making you feel better in their arms. Mikey self-proclaimed your lap as his seat, passing his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on your chest to listen to the sound of your heart, the rhythm of your pulsations was too relaxing and addictive for him. Ran and Rin were on either side of you, clinging to your arms, Sanzu and Kokonoi sat on the ground, leaning their foreheads against your knees, hugging your legs while Kakucho stood up comfortingly stroking your head. Mochi and Takeomi looked askance as they all clung to you without giving them space to do so as well.

Takeomi was not one to go against his leader's orders, however, he would take it upon himself to limit Mikey's time with you just by taking up so much of your time.

"Okay guys, I don't feel half of my body."

You asked to be released because you began to stop feeling your arms, which had fallen asleep due to the iron grip of the Haitani, reluctantly everyone released you or gave you your necessary space.

"Are you feeling better?"

Kakucho asked without stopping massaging your scalp, you let out a shaky breath, you had already had your fill of crying all morning and you had barely eaten anything, you nodded closing your eyes, feeling tired from all the emotions released today.

"Yes, thank you very much guys, I love you."

You muttered without taking into account the weight of those words on the criminals, they all froze, planning to crush you in a desperate embrace right then and there if the rumbling of your stomach didn't stop them. Your cheeks began to take on a slight pinkish tint, cause of embarrassment, they were usually the ones who came to you to be fed, their guts rumbling, but not you.

"So I guess we're ordering food?"

Koko already had his phone ready to call the most expensive restaurant in the city, you knew what he was planning to do so you got up and gently took the phone from him, denying it.

"No, I can do something quick."

"Okay, we can do something quick."

You smiled sweetly at Kakucho for offering to help, receiving death glares at his cunning, Mikey immediately jumped up grabbing onto your leg, pouting like a complete child.

"I can help too."

"Mikey… I would like you to help too, but last time you burned my pan."

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[cheesus-doodles]

Going Home: Chapter 3

Yandere Platonic Toman + Time Leaper Darling

Masterlist

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Going Home: Chapter 1 | 2

Thank you all for your patience! Sorry I've been a bit quieter than usual, been working on this chapter as and when I have the time, super excited and relief to finally get this out there! Enjoy! :) p.s. it’s pretty late, editing tomorrow, thanks for understanding!

Catching Kazutora’s fist with a quick flash of his own arm, the already bulging vein on Draken’s forehead that had been throbbing for the better half of a day looked like it was on the verge of finally popping. “Hey, hey! Knock it off already!” It was a line he had repeated countless numbers of times today alone, yet the words didn’t seem to sink into the other with black-and-yellow hair, those unblinking eyes fixated on a head of lilac hair on the other end of the picnic bench, though Kazutora reluctantly retreated back to his assigned corner under the tired glare, away from a weary Mtisuya.

“And don’t you even think about it,” Draken snapped without even turning, and Mikey reluctantly sank back down into his seat, tightly clenched fists disappearing under the sun-bleached wood of a school bench. Despite the gloomy mood that hung heavy over the Toman boys back home and unknowingly separated from you by twelve long years, the weather seemed to disagree with their somber thoughts; the sun was bright yet the air was cool, a breeze rustling the leaves of overhead trees with the occasional joyful ray of light breaking through a generous canopy and onto miserable faces. A beautiful day by all accords for an absolutely horrible, worst-case situation.

Letting out a wretched sigh, the usually stoic Vice President dragged one hand down his face, the other clutching a comparatively small phone. He understood, he really did - after all he was as much trapped in the same unenviable situation as the rest of his fellow founders. Exhausted, anxious, an insatiable boiling rage in his gut, and the need to beat anyone and anything that stood in his path.

You were gone. Vanished without a trace in the middle of the day from outside your school in the single half-hour they weren’t by your side. There was little doubt that like him, the rest were still beating themselves up a day later over wasting precious time, having decided to wait for you outside the gates by their bikes instead of rushing straight in to look for you. After all, it was uncommon for you to run even a minute late from your classes; you never liked to keep your boys waiting for longer than necessary. And with Mitsuya having been the last to have seen you before your disappearance, walking you back and dropping you off at your classroom right after lunch, it was obvious that everyone’s initial suspicion would have been pinned directly on his other Twin Dragon no matter how ridiculous that idea sounded to Draken.

Because where else could you possibly have gone?

There surely was no stone in Shibuya that the panicked Toman founders had left unturned in their day and night comb of the city, yet they failed to find even a whiff of your presence. No school bag, no shoes, things that you usually had on your person had vanished along with you - it was as if you had simply vanished from the face of the earth, yet your house was undisturbed without a single item missing or out of place, nor did any of very vigilant your neighbors see you enter or leave. A kidnapping? A rival gang that had perhaps seen you with them one too many times, and decided to whisk you away as a hostage? Maybe a random street grab-and-run? Unlikely, given none of your schoolmates reported seeing any suspicious vehicles around the time of your disappearance (under the threat of a very painful death that is) and Toman had yet to receive any demands - Draken scratched that off his mental list.

Or worse, did you somehow find out about what your precious friends had been up to behind your back and decided to run away? It was a constant unspoken fear among the Toman founders, that you would decide one day to leave and never come back should you ever find out what they had been doing behind your back. But it was just another struck from the list; no chance that they wouldn't have known the moment you found out, given you always wore your heart on your sleeve.

So what did that leave? The blond-haired boy, a steadfast and strong presence that the Tokyo Manji Gang rallied around, barely knew where to go from here. Yet no matter how much his mind and heart yearned to get out and help with the search, his body was still weak and recovering from his near-death incident just a week prior: handling Kazutora and Mikey already took whatever strength he had left. Even if it was Draken who did manage to find you, he would imagine you wouldn’t be too happy to see him already out and about - all he had left was his brain.

The warm sunlight that bathed their skin felt more like a scornful, satirical imitation of your hug, the crowds thronging Tokyo City uncaring of their plight.

How did everything go wrong so quickly? It was supposed to be all uphill from here - Takemitchy had saved his life and been rewarded with Mikey’s first ever Toman uniform, and you, despite trying to save him yourself had thankfully walked away with a small but heartbreaking wound and scar on your hand; a clear reminder of their failure to protect you from their dark world.

Dropping back into his seat at the table, Draken set his uninspiringly quiet phone down with a thud. “Any new ideas?”

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And apparently that was the wrong question to ask, and the taut tension finally exploded, the wooden bench groaning and shuddering under Kazutora’s open palms as the duo-colored haired delinquent slammed both hands down, jumping to his feet. The words that spilled off his lips, combined with that unblinking stare, were toxic enough to kill. “I know it’s fucking you, isn’t it Mitsuya. You’re hiding her!”

A straight, unflinching accusation, one that said boy, no matter how level-headed, wasn’t going to take lying down. “Huh?! Are you dumb?” A vein on Mitsuya’s forehead began to bulge as he tried and failed to swallow the boiling anger. “I walked her all the way back to class! Why would I be here if I knew where she was?!”

“You said she needed more space, let her attend class in peace,” Kazutora spat back, though the tinge of desperation that underlied his tone and those dreadfully dark eyebags was abundantly clear. “We wouldn’t be in this position if we didn’t.”

If they didn’t let you run off and do whatever you wanted, unspoken words that all of them, both present around the bench and away searching, knew and carried in their heavy hearts. No one could shake the guilt.

And then a different voice speaking up had Draken’s gut sinking further. “How do we know its not you, Kazutora?” Questioned Mikey, unblinking eyes staring down said boy, who spun round to face the Toman President.

“Me?!”

The gang was falling apart without you, and the Toman Vice President could only wonder how long more they could last. He hoped you were at least safe and dry wherever you were.

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Separated from the woes of your delinquent friends by simple time, you were far from free from your own problems.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Not any more. I’m fine, Mikey, really. See?” you sighed out, running your bandaged hand through his crown of white hair, the other resting on the handle of an oil strainer, the gentle sound of food sizzling the only sound to be heard amidst this otherwise lifeless stainless steel environment that formed the ginormous kitchen you found yourself in. Your friend seemed less than inclined to believe you though, arms wrapped firmly around your waist as he leaned into your chest, careful to avoid brushing against your neck.

“But it did just now,” he mumbled back into your clothes, and you couldn't deny that - you could still feel those hands clamping around your throat, quavering dilated eyes squeezing down with the intent to kill.

It had been a good hour since the doctor had left after being immediately summoned from the infirmary to Mikey’s room to carefully and professionally assess your injuries under the watchful eyes of the white-haired man. An ointment for the ugly blue and purple bruising that littered your neck and a tight bandage wrap for your wound that was torn in the scuffle, and you were given the green light to resume regular activities, whatever that meant in light of what had just happened. Knowing Mikey, you would be lucky to ever be left alone anytime in the next week, let alone ever again. You hadn’t forgotten the look of utter fear that had washed over your friend’s face, the way he raced through winding hallways with you bundled in his arms, as if you were already on death’s door and tempted to cross the threshold. Because how could you? There wasn’t a single instance you remember ever seeing such a raw emotion pass Mikey’s face in all your time spent with your Toman friends, and you weren’t keen on seeing it again.

Yet all you had taken away from the whole incident were more and more questions; questions whose answers you knew would maybe start to solve the mystery of where you were and what had happened, yet questions you had no doubt would, at best, break Mikey’s heart if you asked. What to do indeed? Mentally shaking yourself out from the neverending spiral of thoughts, you turned your thoughts back to the present. Though, your lips twitching upwards, the irony of the other’s insistence at your apparently debilitating injury at the moment wasn’t lost on you - he hadn’t so much as mentioned the possibility of your bandages getting dirty when you were battering the chicken parts just a few minutes ago. “So I suppose I should stop frying and get some rest then?”

A noise that sounded like a cross between a snort and a whimper, and those abyss eyes instantly whipped up to meet yours. You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out at the absolutely pathetic pout he had on his face, his grip on your shirt tightening further. “I didn’t say that!” he protested. “Take that back!”

“Yes, yes,” You rolled your eyes, that familiar indulgent smile spreading across your face. Despite everything, he was still your Mikey. “I was kidding, Mikey.”

But your wince at the flare of pain as you turned to press a kiss to the top of Mikey’s forehead, as much as you tried to hide it, wasn’t missed, the man gently guiding your head to face forward once more, childish whine fading into a quiet concerned mutter. “Don’t turn if it hurts.”

The kitchen fell back into a comfortable silence, you humming that old croony love song under your breath as you reverted your attention to your cooking, nudging Mikey back slightly when his hand got a little too close for comfort as you shook the oil off the crisp chicken pieces, settling them down top of a tray you had found in one of countless drawers. Steel surfaces marred with scratches and dulled from wear and tear told their own stories of the days spent toiling away here by unknown souls. You weren’t sure when those clingy arms had released you long enough for the white-haired man to wander back with plates, but the clinging of porcelain together as you rescued the last lonely karaage from the boiling sea of oil told you everything you needed to - you were certain your friend would demand payment for his “help” in the form of attention and cuddles later on.

Though there was not much time to think about that now either, not when you barely had enough to pick up your precious tray before Mikey started to insistently tug at your sleeve, leading you a surprisingly short distance through two doorways which opened up into a relatively homely-looking dining room. Decked out in simple but nonetheless exquisite walnut-wood furniture and a rug that reminded you of your own room back home, it was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the upper floors the two of you had descended from, the plain walls home to a single mirror and the round dining table a vase of flowers. “Sit here,” he insisted, and you obliged, dropping into the cushioned seat, to which Mikey immediately attempted to climb into your lap.

“Mikey!” Letting out an oof as your entire vision was suddenly filled with nothing but the black shirt your friend seemed to always wear, you swore you heard the chair underneath you groan with the weight of two. “Too heavy!”

A rustle and several mild thuds later, the pressure on your thighs was somewhat alleviated, with the white-haired man finally settling down, opting to sit only on your lap while resting his legs across both yours and the neighboring chairs’ armrests. To any other pair of discerning eyes, it would look almost as if you were cradling him, like a mother would their child, and you certainly were to an extent - but to you, it was very much just business as usual.

Just Mikey being the needy friend you remember from yesterday morning albeit looking a bit different. Even down to him now prying your fingers open to force a spoon into your grip, you knew it was your dear friend behind this facade of white hair and gaunt hands.

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But, your mind whispered against your heart’s protest, was that all that was different? Was the man in your lap truly the Mikey you thought you knew?

Even as you absentmindedly spooned a chunk of fried chicken into the awaiting mouth of the former Toman President, your thoughts couldn’t help but wander back towards that incident just a few hours prior, and even with your valiant attempts to ward them off, barricade them away, your brain remained firmly stuck. You simply had to know what happened - your own memory drawing a blank from the time between Sanzu suddenly attacking you and finding yourself clutched in Mikey’s arms, corridors whirling past your shaky, blurred vision. It was just for your peace of mind, you tried to reassure yourself as you plucked up your courage; you swore you wouldn’t change anything about how you thought about your friend no matter what you learnt.

"Mikey, about Sanzu- '' You hesitated as that carefree smile was instantly wiped from his face as he turned to face you fully, any sense of playfulness the other had drained away in a heartbeat.

Despite his eyes being empty like they always were, they were a blank slate to anyone but you, the growing anger behind the facade of uncaringness was as clear as a lit neon sign in the midst of a winter night, a 180 from the carefree friend just a second earlier before you opened your mouth. The room temperature plummeted with those narrowing eyes, the quiet whirl of cold air from above only adding to the sudden chill of the room. “I told you to go straight to my room and not to talk to anybody. You disobeyed me.”

There was something about the way those words spilled out that frightened you - you had never been scared of any of your friends before, never Mikey - but there was no other way to explain how you felt in that moment, though you didn’t quite understand why. Maybe it was that icy look of lingering contempt for that poor pink-haired man, or maybe it was how menacing his aura had become, an almost overwhelming, radiating sensation of power.

But this time, against your mind screaming to roll over and give in, you pressed on. Mikey wasn’t going to hurt you. "What happened Mikey? I don’t remember much."

“He deserves it.” The hiss of words that came out were unlike anything you have heard spill from his lips, the way the usually hidden shadows crept up onto his face to accentuate that hard look only making the other seem more a stranger than anyone you knew. “How dare he lay his filthy hands on you.”

You’ve always known how overprotective your friends were, but this seemed extreme - had they always been this way? Or was this new, and you were actually in the future? Were your friends hiding something from you? Forcing yourself to squash down the questions that kept bubbling up, you instead focused your attention on the most recent events; if you asked all that ate away at your heart, you were sure you and Mikey would be all night, and you weren’t going to last that long in this cold that started to bite away at your bones. And the one question that you simply had to ask despite your sinking gut telling you that you probably wouldn’t like the answer: that echoing sound of gunfire that you could hear at the edge of consciousness after which Sanzu was wrenched off you, was that real or just your imagination? “Isn’t he your friend? D-did you shoot him?”

Unable to stop the shiver that seemed to shake your entire body before you got your answer, the empty spoon you had been holding fell back onto the porcelain with a clink as you instinctively rubbed both hands against your arms, and the white-haired man paused. The spell over the room broke, the tension lifting as quickly as it had weighed down on your shoulders. “I did what I needed to.” His answer came almost gently though with a sense of finality, one bony hand reaching out to ever so delicately grasp your hand even as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his other hand comfortingly rubbing circles into your back. “I’ll do anything to protect you.”

You believed him. Mikey did scare you for that few minutes, you wouldn’t lie to yourself, and you wouldn’t be getting any more answers, but you still believed him. That didn’t mean you agree with what he did of course, but you had promised yourself you wouldn’t treat such a dear friend any differently no matter what you learnt. Letting out a sigh, the warmth of the room slowly returned much like the rising of the sun after a frigid winter night, and you shuffled yourself slightly in an attempt to get comfortable while still balancing Mikey’s weight on your lap. Time for a change of topic, and you wondered out loud the first thought that came to mind. “Where’s Ken-chin and the others?” You hummed, reaching round the sulking man to spoon another lump of chicken and rice.

“Don’t wanna talk about that,” came his muttered answer, and your heart sank - there was just too much you didn’t know, and ignorance was proving not to be very blissful. Yet you didn’t push that either, not after such an intense day for both you and Mikey, though fortunately that seemed to bring other more acceptable ideas to his mind, and the man pulled away to look you up and down. “You need clothes.”

You blinked. “Clothes?” You still had clean clothes from your home.

“New clothes,” he declared, pulling the spoon to his face and chomping down, before continuing to speak with a mouth full of food. “We’ll have a party next week, I’ll introduce you to everyone, so let’s go shopping later.”

That same indulgent smile emerged once more, you letting out a laugh as you dabbed away from Mikey’s round cheeks the morsels of rice that made it out. “Alright Mikey. Chew and swallow first, okay?”

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Once the last morsels of food had disappeared into Mikey’s mouth and you had left the empty plate atop the dining table with much reluctance at his insistence, you were once more led down those same neverending corridors, delicate unbandaged hand held ever so gently in the other’s. On a good note you mused, glancing around your luxurious surroundings, you were at least beginning to recognise the few corridors you were walked down: the corridor that Mikey’s room was along, the large white-and-blue porcelain vase that denoted where you should turn for the bathroom, and the next corridor over the one that the two of you had walked towards the kitchens.

The hallways that stretched and winded away beyond your view, hiding in its unknown depths the allure of adventure and unmade friends, was tempting to say the least, but no matter your urge to wander and explore, you knew Mikey would never let you; and alas you were right, the man leading you straight back to the worn wooden door. With a promise of a short thirty minute wait for him to make a few calls and have everything set out before your little outing, there would usually be no reason for you to disagree. But this time there was somewhere you wanted to be, somewhere you needed to be to settle the guilt eating away at your heart with those precious few minutes of potential freedom.

“I feel bad, Mikey. I wanna apologize,” you protested right at the threshold of the room, with Mikey hovering right in front of you and taking quick glances up and down the corridor, anxious to get you inside. “Sanzu got hurt because of me.”

The other stayed resolute in his decision though, as you knew he would even in light of the very strong pout on your face. He never was really that weak to your puppy eyes like you were to theirs, you supposed, lightly touching the bag of extra karaage in your pocket you had snuck aside to give to Sanzu. “No. You stay here.”

“But Mikey-”

“He’s dangerous,” came the blunt answer, his grip around you tightening ever so slightly as he tugged insistingly at your sleeve, trying to guide you into the permanently darkened room. “And resting. No.”

You sighed, allowing yourself to be ushered into his room; there was no way you were going to win this fight. “Alright, alright.” Guess you'll just have to eat the karaage yourself.

“Thirty minutes, max.” Mikey swore, his hand on the doorknob with the door halfway closed. “I’ll be done in thirty. Just need to sort some things out.”

A click of the lock, and you found yourself once more alone, swallowed into the shadows. The minutes went by slowly, one second crawling by after another. After repeatedly sitting and standing up from the bed in an attempt to think of something to do, you were finally bored enough to explore the little area, though that didn't help alleviate your boredom much. Mikey’s room was sparse. There was no other way to put it nicely, you grimaced, pushing the near-empty drawer back into its slot, before closing the wardrobe door behind you with a soft thud where the wood met. Even with the little light that seeped in under the door, it was obvious that your friend had few belongings, and even fewer if you didn't count clothes.

It broke your heart. Plain walls with no windows, few things to call his own, and this miserable, constant darkness. Sure this wasn't the Mikey you knew, but it was still Mikey. What had he been going through?

Flopping back onto the bed, you let out a breath. You knew your 'return' had brought him a semblance of relief, but you couldn't stay here forever. You didn’t belong here - and you were sure your Toman friends were waiting for you back home. Was there anything more you could do to ease the pain he carried? Closing your eyes, the darkness behind your eyelids wasn't too different from the room's.

And without a sound or another word, you vanished.

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Across the city and tucked away in a quieter neighborhood, the same sun that was all but hidden from you behind the labyrinth of walls that made up Bonten’s headquarters shone prominently through open windows, though the fresh minds that the new day brought after a good night’s sleep didn’t quite seem to help ease the conundrum that the two men pouring over a whiteboard were stuck in.

“But what makes you think the other time leaper is her?” The former delinquent mumbled, letting out a sigh as he straightened for a quick stretch, his joints rusty from the week-long lack of movement after his latest lap in the past. “It could be anyone - maybe even Kisaki.”

“Yes, I get that, but she’s the most reasonable explanation here,” Naoto retorted, turning away from the picture of your smiling face staring back at him from the whiteboard. “The bounty appeared the day you said she disappeared.”

“Are you sure? It could be that you just missed the bounty previously. You mentioned that your memories weren’t changed like the last time I timeleaped?”

It seemed almost impossible to comprehend, the detective understood: the mere idea that there were not one, but two time leapers who could both individually change the future, it was hard to swallow to say the least. But it was the reality that they had to contend with and work around, and the faster Takemichi could bring his mind around to that, the faster they could start solving this mystery and change his sister’s future. Fortunately for the already irate Naoto, the annoyance that was starting to show clearly enough on his face that the other was quick to back down from his claims, Takemichi throwing up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, so let’s go forward with the assumption that the other time leaper is her. Nothing’s changed since Draken’s - Ken Ryuguji’s - death was prevented, but do you think he is alive now?”

A lightbulb went off behind Naoto’s eyes, and he rocketed from his seat, the former delinquent almost toppling off his seat at the sudden movement. “Wait.”

“Wait?”

“Could her time leaping be overriding yours? There’s been no major change in my memories since you met her at that fight, not even after you stopped Ryuguji’s death. Only the bounty that appeared after her disappearance from the past.”

Naoto’s living room fell silent as both men contemplated the latest theory. It was plausible, more than plausible even, given how much the fate of Toman in the past was tied into you, and now, how the future failed to shift even with another life saved. More and more, it seemed you were somehow tied into this entire mess, but how was the real question?

Takemichi let out a groan, ruffling his hair. This was hard, too hard even. “I don’t suppose we know if she’s here right?”

“I ran her name through the system, still only school records from 12 years ago,” the detective grimaced. “But if her time leaping works anything like yours, then she should be present somewhere.”

“And nothing on Mikey or Bonten yet?”

“Still no sighting of the boss, so we can’t be sure.”

“How bout Draken? He could still be alive.”

Phone clicking open, Naoto allowed himself to drop back into his seat. At this point, they had nothing else to go on, so any starting point is better than none. “Let me see what we have on Draken first - if you can write down some of the other Tokyo Manji founders’ full names, I’ll try to pull their records too.”

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12 years separate from Takemichi’s woes, the only thing on Sanzu’s mind was just how hot and humid the evening was, much like the previous evening, the heavy wind that plowed down the empty street only bringing more heat rather than the relief Sanzu craved. Running one hand through the sticky mop of drenched pink hair in an attempt to give relief to his sweat-covered forehead, this delinquent had zero doubts that the past two hours alone was already a lot more miserable than the entire yesterday combined, not even taking into consideration what had gone down before the sun sank beneath the horizon.

This part of town was predictably quiet at this time of the day - cars rested beside empty sidewalks, the chatter of voices and light thuds and clinks of people drifting down to where Sanzu walked the streets below, the sound of the occasional furious scribble of students rushing work lost in the background hum of the neighborhood, audible only to whatever gods they were muttering to. Stalking down the road that ran past your school gates, a single glance of the flawless nameplate, sparkling in the light of the sinking sun, was enough to push his bad mood over the edge.

“Fuck! Fucking bitch!” A black clad leg swung out, and its hapless victim, an innocent, empty garbage can that went rattling down the road, the clanking of metal against concrete cutting through the night. It was you, the boy fumed. This whole mess was entirely your fault. You had vanished into thin air, a fact that Sanzu would ordinarily celebrate given all the problems you brought for him if it didn’t only proceed to make his life harder. You were the one that forced him to waste his entire day on the hunt for you, all in a vain effort to ease Mikey’s suffering. And when Sanzu predictably turned up with nothing, neither were you there to see the pain you were putting Mikey through, let alone soothe his anger away. And after you stole his best friend away from him - well, former best friend. Small fact, didn’t matter. You were still undoubtedly the root cause of all this trouble - he’s no doubt heard about the growing divide between Kazutora and the rest of the founders - so why couldn’t his king, his whole world and purpose, just forget about you and move on?

A loud growl broke the Fifth Division Vice Captain’s spiralling thoughts, and one hand moved to clutch at his empty stomach. With the sun low on the horizon and the night looming in the distance, waiting impatiently for its turn to rule the sky, of course dinner was going to be completely burnt though, and Sanzu didn’t think he had enough money on him for some supper before bed. Definitely your fucking fault as well. Grumbling about stupid and unappreciative friends as he turned a corner, your quiet school block quickly disappearing behind the wall of yet another generic apartment complex, the delinquent paused for a quick break on his seemingly endless quest, letting out as a sigh as he leaned against a brick wall, pulling his mask down for a breather where no one would see him hidden away from the tired aura of nearby streetlamps.

Why did he bother? And truly, why did he? Looking up at the clouded sky, Sanzu could only wonder. It wasn’t the first time this particular train of thoughts had popped up - several times, in fact, over the course of the past two days. Right from the start when he got the call that you had gone missing from outside your school, and that all of Toman had been mobilized to search for you, he had always wondered why he should.

Weighing the pros and cons, sure it would bring Mikey peace and joy if you were returned safe and unharmed to his awaiting arms, and Sanzu was sure he would be at the receiving end of that gratitude and thanks from all of the Toman founders alike. Maybe he would even get the chance to know you better without the threat of being beaten to death, obtain the rare opportunity to witness and learn firsthand how you got his king wrapped around your glass fingers. But at the end of the day, it would only benefit both him and Mikey in the long run should you have vanished for good, Sanzu knew - the Toman boss would be free to walk his dark destined path with you no longer there to distract or weigh him down, and there would only be the loyal Sanzu by his side to aide him.

What to do indeed. Well he did suppose if anything untold happens, he could always just kill you. All for the sake of Mikey, of course, but that was if anything untold happened. Maybe you’ll just never show up.

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Resolved to give up the search and hit the sack if nothing turned up within the next five minutes, it was only then that the slightest flash of gold and purple caught the corner of Sanzu’s eye, and the pink-haired boy had to take a second glance.

No fucking way. This had to be the tenth time he himself had scoured these few roads, let alone taking into account the countless times the Toman founders had searched the vicinity of your school from roof to ground. How was it possible this had been missed? Seemingly carelessly tossed at the foot of one of many brick walls that made up Tokyo City was your iconic purple charm, gifted to you by Mikey and the rest of the Toman founders. There was no one in the entirety of the gang who would fail to recognize the onomori that usually hangs by your school skirt’s belt hoop or from the zipper of your bag, a clear indication of the eyes that watched over you and whose shadows you were living under. So what was it doing here, lying forgotten in the dirt? And how has no one found it till him?

The few rays of evening light that still danced across the apartments above mocked his turbulent thoughts: would he land himself in even more trouble if he picked it up or not? Alas all Sanzu had was questions, with answers nowhere to be found. Damned if he did and damned if he didn’t. Finally settling on picking it up first and praying for forgiveness later - it would be more criminal to let something that met so much to his king lie any longer in the dirt, Sanzu decided - he reached for the charm.

As his fingertips brushed the sacred purple cloth, a sudden gall picked up, rushing down the street with enough force to slam windows and rattle doors, even almost managing to bowl over the bent-over delinquent had he not quickly righted himself.

And as quickly as the wind had started, it was gone like the last evening light upon sundown, the world falling back into a stillness that felt out-of-place. Unusually still, right till a single breath had him shooting back up at full alert, onomori now clutched in hand - he swore he had been completely alone.

You blinked back at him, frozen as if a doe caught in headlights, crunchy, transparent bag of karaage in hand rustling away with the wind.

His jaw dropped as your gazes met, his made-up mind sent reeling again.

What the actual fuck? Was - was that really you? Or just your ghost sent to haunt him from the great beyond?

One heartbeat, two heartbeats; no one spoke, and the two of you simply stared down each other, Sanzu puzzling out if this was real life or just a dream and you doing…something. You were real alright, the boy determined, a very real physical body that cast a shadow, who had two feet firmly on the ground. But where did you come from? How did you suddenly appear out of nowhere? Were you hiding from Mikey or were you on the run? Yet for reasons beyond him, you seemed more perplexed at seemingly seeing him in one piece than he was at meeting you after you appeared from nowhere. “Sanzu-san? Is that - you’re okay?”

Was- was he okay? What?

“What do you mean?” The words seemed to blurt out before the usually unflappable Toman Fifth Division Vice Captain could bring his brain around. What happened? Why would he not be okay? As if his answering set off an epiphany, a lightbulb went off behind your eyes, those doe eyes sparkling to life as you alternated looking back down at your quickly cooling karaage and Sanzu - you must have the answers that he wanted, at least some of them.

You chose to bite your tongue and keep your secrets. “Here, take this.” Instead, with a single step forward, you closed the gap between the two of you, quickly thrusting the plastic into his free hand, a small, almost sad smile breaking out onto your face. “I’m sorry for what happened.”

The small motion, though careful, was enough to knock the onomori from his other hand, the delinquent’s eyes following its path through the air as it descended once more towards the ground, but you didn’t seem to notice as you backed off and away. And when he looked back up, you had vanished once more without another word, evaporating into the chilly wind that took your place as mysteriously as you had appeared. The sun had finally given up its place as ruler of the sky, the darkness of the night enveloping the sky as it sank below the horizon, the last rays of daylight swallowed by the stars.

If he wasn’t still clutching on to the bag of karaage, he would have written the entire incident off as a hallucination and been on his way. But now, Sanzu mused as he once more bent down to carefully pick up the charm with a handkerchief, tucking it away into his pocket, now he would have to consider what to do next. No doubt that this charm was somehow linked to your disappearance and subsequent reappearance, and the boy noted to be extra careful with accidentally coming into contact with it again - the last thing he wanted was to accidentally trigger you appearing again. So should he turn over your charm to Mikey and tell his king everything? Or should he just keep this to himself, keep his head down and go along pretending?

Absentmindedly, the delinquent picked out a piece of chicken and popped it into his mouth. Bad move, because he had no words to describe how fucking delicious it was, the karaage though lukewarm still exploding into a homely, lovely flavour that warmed his belly - was this what the Toman founders had to enjoy every day? No wonder Mikey’s pissed that you’re gone.

Maybe it would be better to have you back.

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Rather unluckily for Sanzu’s sudden change of heart, where you had vanished to wasn't anywhere that the delinquent could follow across 12 years of time. Arriving just five minutes before the white door was pulled back open, you were rather surprised to find that the sun had already set when you finally had the chance to step out from behind those intimidating glass doors of the equally intimidating building you called home for the past few days. Having had no window to look out from or clock to tell the time ever since you had met this version of Mikey, you had long lost track of the passage of time - how many days had it been since you’ve had the opportunity to take a breath of fresh air?

Maybe you should have asked the Fifth Division Vice Captain when you had the chance, but then again, you didn’t want to get him into any more trouble for speaking with you.

An arm snaked around yours to clasp your freezing hand in his, shaking you from your thoughts. “You okay?” Mikey mumbled, pulling you closer to him, forehead pinched as he scanned your face.

“I’m fine Mikey,” You hummed, glancing around as discreetly as you can under the other’s watchful eye. “Just thinking.”

The white-haired man said nothing, instead leaning his head against you. Needless to say, seeing how Mikey had reacted around you over the course of the past few fours, you had decided to keep your little excursion a secret from your friend. There was no longer any doubt in your mind that you had, against all logic and reason, time traveled - this must be somewhere in the future, though you weren’t sure how many years had passed.

But in that case, why did Mikey mention finding you? Was there no future you?

All you had were more and more questions.

The foyer of the skyscraper Mikey called home was completely empty save for the two of you, the high wall that ran around the entire compound blocking any sight of the outside world - an unusual choice given what you knew of Mikey, but things had probably changed. A car rumbled across the gravel from an entrance unseen, pulling to a stop in front of the otherwise empty foyer. Even as you were bundled into the car, the one thing that struck you was just how quiet the world around you always seemed. You couldn’t see the driver either, with the partition between the front and back of the spacious car up. Except for the two “friends” of Mikey you had met plus Sanzu (you weren’t sure if he and Mikey were still friends), the building seemed lifeless. Unoccupied. It wasn’t possible of course: there was no way such an enormous place could be kept as spotless or such a feast could be whipped up without an equally enormous staff. Maybe they were just ninjas, really good at hiding.

Lit signs and digital screens flashed by, and your mind was drawn away, and you clambered up to look out of the tinted windows in fascination, though Mikey’s arm tight around your waist remained. The city had changed in the unknown time that had passed, and you couldn’t say you recognised the Tokyo that was whizzing past you - there was an almost dreamlike feel and ambience to it, the area had changed too much - yet it was still undoubtedly the same Tokyo you had grown up in.

Barely noticing that the car slowly rolling to a crawl, the tug at your sleeve came as a surprise to you as it pulled up next to a sidewalk in a neighborhood you noted as a more prestigious part of the city - you don’t think you had ever dared venture here by yourself. “We’re here.”

“Here?”

But you were no longer as alone as you thought you were, the car door swinging open to reveal a mass of bodies forming a semicircle around the entrance. The silver of light that slipped through broad shoulders was just barely enough for you to get a peep of the surroundings before the group started moving as clockwork. Huddled as close to Mikey as physically possible, you tried your best to keep your gaze down and focused on your friend, away from the intimidating gazes of the heavily armed bodyguards that surrounded the two of you. A stark reminder that no matter how Mikey behaved and acted around you, the Mikey that strolled down the street, shoulders relaxed with one arm around you, the same one that had shot Sanzu without a second thought, was but a complete stranger to you.

The single row of double-storied shops with flawless floor-to-ceiling windows all bore names you could barely read, let alone pronounce, the interiors lit and gleaming against the setting sun in the distance. Handbags, sunglasses, clothes of every color and variety displayed proudly to the world, a siren’s call to those who sought the status they brought and a mockery to those who barely got by.

“Mikey.” A new voice cut across the rumble of the city, and your ears perked up. This wasn’t someone you met before. Gaze swinging up as the herd of bodyguards parted to reveal a man in a red and gold outfit, his white side-swept hair tossing lightly in the wind as his single gold-linked glimmered in the dim overhead light of the streetlamp.

"Koko." Mikey acknowledged, and you noted that his grip on you slightly tightened. The other had an air of confidence he carried that you supposed your protective friend didn’t quite like. But even if the newly named Koko noticed, he didn't mention it, cat-like gaze kept firmly trained on Mikey with nay a single glance in your direction.

“Store’s cleared and secured, had a chat with them earlier.”

No more words were exchanged, or rather no more needed to, with Koko sauntering off while Mikey moved forward with you, and you caught a quick side glimpse of the man. You don’t remember him from Toman either, much like the case with Ran. The two of you stopped in front of one of many storefronts, a few paces away from where Koko had just been, the polished wooden front door already neatly propped open. “Come on, I wanna start with the party dresses,” Mikey mumbled into your ear, close enough that his hot breath tickled your skin, though he quickly pulled back to stare at the ring of suited men that still surrounded you.

That seemed to be a cue, and no one followed you as you were tugged into the shop. Yet right on the threshold of the shop, you thought you heard what sounded like the click of a shutter from behind and you hesitated- it was hard to mistake the sound for anything else even from a distance, given the void of people along the rest of the stretch of road - but when you turned to look, there was no one and nothing to be seen.

“What’s wrong?”

You turned back. “Nothing.”

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A crystal chandelier. There was an entire chandelier in the shop, hanging from ludicrously high ceilings framed by two floors of intricate railings as you gawked at the sparkling teardrops that refracted rainbow rays of light. Well to be fair, you didn’t know what to expect - it was the first time you had ever stepped into a shop so fancy, but this was a next level of fancy. Marble tiles expertly shone lined the floor of the shop, with tasteful picks of carpet that broke the montony; vases of fresh flowers resting atop simple side tables that helped accentuate their beauty, with smaller chandeliers that hung through the rest of the shops.

But Mikey was hardly impressed with the selection, the white-haired man too busy tearing through the racks of clothes with a silent, polite attendant by his side, occasionally pulling out various articles that seemed to be made of ghostly goasmer, the fabric puffing up at the lightest breathe, looking over the piece with a critical eye and than back at you. When he amassed a satisfactory number, the attendant was quick to hurry the dresses into a private changing room that you swore was as big as your own room back home, before vanishing from sight, leaving just the two of you.

“There’s no price tag-” you swallowed anxiously, taking another glance round the store, your delicate hand gripping the parting curtain. How much did any of this cost? Should you even be holding this?

Your friend didn’t seem to have the same concerns, his facade shattering as he reverted back into the clingy, needy, baby boy you knew as Mikey as he flung himself on you. “I like this one,” he whined, pulling those puppy eyes on you as his fingers pulled at one of several dresses hanging from velvet hangers, revealing white fabric. “Try this first.”

“I-“ You hesitated, but as Mikey’s lips started to pull downwards, you found yourself caving once more to his request. “Okay, okay.”

A bright beam replaced the white-haired man's frown in an instant. “And show me when you’ve put it on.” He insisted, pushing you lightly into the dressing room.

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Waking into absolute darkness was not anything out of the ordinary for Sanzu, not after twelve years as Mikey’s loyal right arm and not much lesser as Bonten’s executor; didn’t matter if it was dark because he had blacked out in a questionable location where no light reached after too hard a binge on his favorite cocktail mix of drugs, or simply a lack of sight from not being able to physically open his eyes, he had done it all before. Countless times in fact. At least he wasn’t dead yet. But this time, the Bonten second-in-command noted as he tried and failed to lift an arm, this time was different. For one, everything hurts like an absolute bitch: his right leg was throbbing. The tell-tale sharp pain that shot up muscle and resonated in his thigh like a heavy gong was replicated in his chest, an incessant agony that stopped him falling back into the comfortable nothingness he awoke from - this was no doubt from gun wounds. He had been shot it seemed, though when and how would remain a mystery for now.

And for two, this awful stench: the putrid smell of heavily bleached floors that overwhelmed his nose, the odor permeating his throat with every breath he was forced to take. He had long forgotten when he had last been able to smell anything so strongly, and of all the things he could be taking a whiff of, that he rather be taking a whiff of: coffee, tea, or what of sweet, sweet orange candy? But noooo, it had to be this wretched stinkfest. There was no smell that Sanzu hated more than the overwhelming scent of supposed cleanliness and hygiene, yet here he was for no lack of trying. His arms and legs as if weighed down with lead. Where exactly was this? And what was he doing here?

Nothing made sense to his abnormally clear yet throbbing head.

“Well, well, well. Look what the cat spat out.” Make that three things that were different.

“Fuck you Haitani, I feel like I was hit by a bus,” Sanzu groaned out hoarsely, throwing a limp hand over his face in a vain attempt to block out the burning overhead lights which end with him slapping himself. He ignored the burst of muffled giggles from the side. “Need some fucking painkillers.”

“Doc says none for you,” another voice drawled out, right on the tail of his older brother as usual. Ah, so both Ran and Rindo were here. Fucking Haitani bastards. “Something about mixing drugs and dying.”

Eyes popping open at the denial of much-needed medication, it was in that moment that the pink-haired man finally recognised the god-forsaken Bonten infirmary that he had awoken in, the sole room he absolutely despised yet the only medical facility he hadn’t been kicked from and banned for life. Another shot of pain rocketed up his leg, a mocking reminder of his lack of drugs, to which Sanzu could only bite down the pain, closing his eyes once more in the hopes that the darkness would help soothe some away (it didn’t). Fuck him indeed. What happened?

He seemed to have said that last part out loud, seeing that Ran answered; the last he checked, neither Ran nor Rindo could mindread just yet, though knowing those bastards, it might be a matter of time. "We heard you fucked up."

Rindo continued. “Attacked Mikey’s little friend, nearly killed her. The boss didn’t seem too pleased to find you with your hands around her neck.”

“So he shot you,” finished Ran, somehow sounding even more smug than usual, an incredible feat in itself.

Words that individually made sense now strung into a sentence didn’t seem to add up at all; what were they talking about? What friend? Why would his king shoot him? “Are yall fucking with me?”

“Why would we? Kakucho told us everything.”

The mention of Bonten’s third-in-command was enough to open the floodgates of memories that had been suppressed by a combination of the trauma of getting shot and his wild day-long drug binge, those green eyes flying back open as your curious face hovering over him instantly flashed across the front of his mind. Scrambling to force his tortured body up into a sitting position, the movement almost sent the pink-haired man over the side of the infirmary bed, his gaze spinning and his head light. “It’s her?” His words came out as more of a croak, blown gaze sweeping the room to land on the silent black-haired man who he finally noticed, sitting in the corner busy flipping through a book - had he been present at the scene? Not that Sanzu remembered. "Did you see her?" He demanded.

The uncomfortably clean room fell silent, as if Kakucho was contemplating what to reply. The pistol very visibly resting in the other’s lap didn't phase Sanzu in the slightest; he knew why it was there, deducing that it was most likely a direct order from the boss to keep Sanzu from leaving, but he was still the second-in-command. Mikey's right hand. Any command he gave that didn't override his king's was to be obeyed. The pause before the other's response was short, and the reply was as simple and straightforward as Kakucho himself was. "It's her."

Ran nodded along. "Kind of a runt, highschool kid. Never expected her to be so small." Seems like the purple-haired man had his own little run-in.

"Watch your tongue," Sanzu snapped back automatically, though his mind was in a mess elsewhere. He had expected it, but Kakucho's answer still somehow threw him into a binder, the pink-haired man slumping back down to the bed. You. You were back like a ghost to haunt him. To haunt Mikey. To ruin their lives once more, like you did all those years ago. Why couldn't he get rid of you, put you to rest like an exorcist spirit? What did you want? But despite his initial surge of anxiety and anger at the mere idea of having to deal with you and all the problems you brought, he couldn’t quite grasp what exactly had pushed him over the edge.

You were no longer just the big, bad enemy that Sanzu had to get rid of to keep Mikey on his destined path. You were that feeling of a warm hug, of home. If he strained his fraying memory to the edge, the pink-haired man was sure he could still bring up a memory of a kindness that no one had shown him before you - a bag of hot, crispy karaage. A homely taste that warmed his belly on a bad day like nothing he had never experienced previously. His head felt…messed with? “Am I crazy?” He muttered to himself, before raising his voice enough for the others to hear. “I feel like my memories…changed?”

Apparently this was enough to pique Kakucho’s interest, as per the creak of his chair as he leaned forward. “In what sense?”

“Like - I changed the way I felt about her. New memories that I don’t remember having-” Sanzu shook himself out of the daze. No. He couldn't let himself get distracted - bribed - so easily. You were still the enemy, the largest obstacle he needed to clear from his king's life, crispy, home fried karaage or no. “Just me?”

Ran hummed, while Rindo scoffed and spoke up. “Just you,” he confirmed. “Probably the drugs.”

Sanzu tsked. It wasn’t the drugs, but he wasn’t going to get anything more than that from those bastard brothers. “Where’s Mikey?”

“Should be back in his room asleep.” The younger Haitani popped out the lollipop he had been sucking on, waving it casually in the air as he spoke, though the clear taunting smirk plastered across Rindo’s face said everything Sanzu needed to know. Back in his room?

“Wouldn’t you like to know~” Ran sang.

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Returning from the dangerous, dirty outdoors (or so your needy friend said) with an entire fresh new wardrobe was a good enough excuse for Mikey to insist on you taking another shower, and you saw no reason to disagree. The sun had already fully given way to the night sky when you finally left the shop and its exceedingly helpful attendants, though there were no stars to be seen from behind the heavily tinted window on your ride back to the gated compound. You were, funnily enough, thankful to be finally away from so many pairs of curious eyes no matter how discreet they were and despite how lonely you had been before; being at the center of any kind of attention was draining, but Mikey didn’t seem the slightest bit affected. But of course he wouldn’t. He led a biker gang.

Mikey didn’t let you see your new belongings being rung up, let alone the final total cost of the haul, though that didn’t stop you from having an inkling at the minimum number of zeroes that must have been attached to the end of the tab, an amount you had no hope of repaying ever. You did notice the other white-haired man - Koko, you recalled - had re-entered the store just ast you slid into the car; perhaps he was the one handling the payment? And if he was, well, you could only hope that he wouldn’t be too angry at the damage, even if Mikey had assured you that it was alright. The shopping from the trip had been neatly packed away, filling up some of the many empty wardrobes that lined the walls of the bedroom, save for the single mind-bogglingly expensive white party dress and accompanying shoes that Mikey had talked you into, which hung prominently from the back of his bedroom door.

You had to admit that the dress was perfect in every sense, almost like it was tailored for you: it hugged your body in just the right places, the fabric just heavy enough to not lift with a strong gust yet light enough that your fingers could drag through without resistance. Mikey was right, and you did like it a lot, even if you did initially think that it looked rather much like a wedding dress as opposed to one for a part; and you had to admit that you started looking forward to that party next week much more, should you still be here.

But now, even with Mikey fast asleep cuddled up in your arms just like the previous nights, you couldn’t quite fall asleep just yet, your mind preoccupied with the small, dimly lit screen of your phone. You had found it when your white-haired friend was out for his own shower, tucked away in one hidden corner of the room amidst the rest of the belongings you had arrived with in the future: school bag, umbrella, shoes and all. To your surprise, the network symbol held strong when you flipped it open for the first time in days, and you had no issues connecting back onto the same carrier you had used despite it having been an unknown number of years. Had Mikey also been maintaining this all this time?

Yet it was Baji’s number that stared back at you from the phone, his contact still seemingly active. Your finger hovered over the send button, a sudden sense of doubt settling on the base of your gut. What if- what if you were wrong? What if the number had already been transferred and you were just bothering them? Or worse, what if it was your number was the one that had been transferred and was instead the number of some criminal? And you got Baji in trouble?

The simple words dancing in the backlight of your screen now looked a lot more menacing than before. Maybe you shouldn’t, that nagging voice in the back of your head whispered, and your thumb shifted to hover on the tantalizing ‘delete’ button.

But then again, you reasoned, pushing that voice away as best you could, you would never find out if you didn’t send it. Perhaps you should include the name of your intended addressee, so all it would take would be a glance for the number’s new owner to know if it was a mistaken message - yes, you should do that indeed. What was the worst that could happen anyway, you consoled yourself, nimble fingers flying over the keypad; at most you will get a ‘wrong number’ or no response at all.

You squinted, looking over the screen again. Hi! Is this Baji Keisuke? This is - And there the cursor hovered as you reconsidered your decision. Mikey shifted in your arms with a whine, threatening to wake up and stir up a fuss if you didn’t choose soon. Finally mustering up the courage to add your name to the end, you hit send before you could regret your decision, shutting your phone with a distinctive click.

Quickly shelving the small phone back onto the empty side table, you made yourself comfortable, shifting slightly to bundle Mikey better in your arms and make sure that you didn’t wake with a dead arm once more; the night was already late, and you weren’t going to get an answer within the next few hours. No matter if Baji was still a delinquent, even he would be fast asleep by now.

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Three long, miserable days and two nights it had been since any of them had last seen hide or hair of you, and the cold war twelve years in the past raged on at full steam, threatening to escalate into a full civil war with every passing hour. The divide between Mikey and Kazutora was only spreading to the rest of the gang, complete with rumors whirling about Kazutora looking to split and start a rival gang. It wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility the other four Toman founders had to admit, despite them failing to take a side yet - you really were the glue that held Toman together, and as much as Draken and Baji tried to reason with the two stubborn boys, there would come a time that they would have to turn against Kazutora, as much as that would break them, if you didn’t return soon.

The world for once seemed to sympathize with the poor mortals that inhabited the earth below it, overcast skies rumbling and mourning your absence. Everything just seemed that much desolate without you. But it was under an uneasy truce that the feuding boys met along the small side street near your school from which you vanished; Kauztora and Mikey all but staring the other down with unblinking empty eyes that held promises of pain and death, though their attention was quickly drawn away with the appearance of a masked, calculative Sanzu. Even before Mikey could demand what his former childhood bestfriend wanted, why Kazutora could question why he had summon them here at this godforsaken hour, the rustle of a plastic bag being pulled from the front pocket of his black Toman uniform pants. The sight of the onomori from the creation of the Tokyo Manji gang, the charm they had gifted to you to bless them with your constant presence, your bloodied charm; swinging innocently inside the plastic bag. “I found this just along the sidewalk here,” Sanzu explained to the jaw-dropped yet deadly silent founders, those pairs of predatory eyes all bearing down on him. “Yesterday night.”

If he hadn’t added those last two words, the Fifth Division Vice Captain was sure his head would already made an acquaintance with the ground. Or maybe he would have been dead. Maybe both even, given those glares sent forth by the two warring parties that stabbed at him.

One heartbeat, then two, and when Sanzu blinked - the bag was gone from his hand, wrestled away by Mikey, though the blond-haired boy wasn’t alone.

“You again,” hissed Kazutora, his fingers equally dug into the bag in an attempt to take your charm for himself. “You’re still trying to keep her for yourself.”

“And I could say the same for you,” Mikey retorted, eyes narrowing dangerously as his grip tightened. This was all they had of you, and this traitor wanted to keep it for himself? Unacceptable.

It was the plastic that gave way first under the might of both delinquents, tearing along the stressed middle, the onomori starting its journey towards the ground. All Mitsuya had the time to shout was “charm!”, and both pair of fingers moved to catch, brushing the purple cloth in an instant.

A sudden strong gust of wind almost rocketed all seven boys off their feet, rushing down the small side street as if a divine hurricane sent forth by an angered god. And only Sanzu instantly understood when from thin air you appeared, standing and blinking groggily at the herd of your stunned friends, wearing a set of evidently expensive silk pajamas that no one recognised. But you seemed a lot less surprised than them, stretching your arms above your head and letting slip a yawn before you began to speak. "Guys, I think I might have gone to the future," you mumbled.

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As the sun rose on the quiet Bonten headquarters, long after Ran, Rindo and Kakucho have left Sanzu to his thoughts alone in the infirmary, it was the anguished scream echoing down the corridors that wretched Bonten’s second-in-command from his uneasy rest. But he wasn’t alone, by the sounds of pounding footsteps that rushed down the corridor in the direction of Executive’s Row. In all the years they, the Bonten executives, had faithfully followed Mikey, the man had never once shown weakness, blank empty eyes always silently observing horrendous crimes committed in his name; yet there was no doubt. The furious, grieving, desperate cry, there was no mistaking who it came from, or what had happened. You had once more vanished from Mikey’s arms.

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Across a now bustling town, black-haired man stumbled out of bed despite the sun having long hung in the sky, smashing snooze on his way; those sleepy yellow eyes all but missing the new message that flashed across the lock screen of his new smartphone. And a few blocks away, Takemichi and Naoto stood determined outside a motorcycle shop, the shutters raised yet the interior still darkened.

“This is Draken’s shop?” Takemichi questioned once more, and Naoto confirmed. He had checked and double checked, and all the records pointed here. Given Ken Ryuguji was the only Toman founder outside of Sano Manjiro that Takemichi knew the full name off, and that he was alive in this time line, perhaps the former Toman Vice Captain would be able to shed some light on the twelve years that had passed - surely having been so close to you in the past, he would have kept his ear to the ground for any news on you or Mikey.

Takemichi took a deep breath, hand reaching for the door bell. “Then let’s do this.”

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I absolutely love Going Home!!! I was wondering will we get more Bonten headcanons in the future or how each of them keeps reader around while they deal with their lifestyle?

Will she ever try to leave them cause she hates how much pain they bring to other people or will she stay? And if she tries to leave what would their response be?

its already almost time to start writing chapter 4 ;-; take my useless apologies anon...I have no idea if you're still here but i hope my words reach you

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minor spoilers ahead for chapters 2 and 3 of Going Home!

Currently at this point in the story, I don't think you have a very clear picture of what Bonten is exactly or what kind of horrific crimes they get into - you definitely know that they are a criminal organization/some sort of gang big enough to own guns (given how they are still very illegal in Japan but Mikey has one) and that they will not hesitate to shoot if they perceive that you are in danger.

Even so, you are clearly very attached to Mikey, even if he is a version that is so far removed from your Mikey you left 12 years in the past, so I highly doubt you would leave unless you deem it an absolute necessity. Not closing that door just yet but its not good odds.

But if we imagine you trying to leave Bonten after the events of Chapter 3, what would the backlash be like?

We already know Mikey's, which would be an absolute meltdown, unable to comprehend losing you again after finally having you back in his arms again for the first time in 12 years. The mental strain has not been kind to this boy, and utter collapse of whatever that is left of his sanity is probably the only outcome, though exactly how this would manifest is another question altogether. Safe to say he would never accept you trying to leave him again, and there is nothing he wouldn't do to stop you.

Ran and Kakucho both have already learnt firsthand how obsessed Mikey is with you and how dependent he is now that you were back, and would instantly step in the moment they notice you trying to leave. It isn't like they are attached to you in any form at this point in time except through Mikey, but nonetheless these two would know their role very well in keeping you exactly where you were. Would be very gentle in restraining you because of said fear of Mikey, making sure that you weren't hurt or scared in any way, and get you reunited with their boss asap.

Koko, who have heard of your reputation and have seen you exactly once, he'll at least know what you look like and that he should stop you, especially after the damage Mikey let you do to Bonten's deep moneybags at the store (the poor former Black Dragon nearly cried at the total even though it was but a drop in the bucket). No one else would ever be allowed to spend that much, so it was clear just how important you are to Mikey, but he'll have a lot less restraint with his methods compared to Ran and Kakucho.

Sanzu is kind of a big toss up at this point too - we still don't know how your quick return to the past and his new memories would affect his actions towards you. Before your return, the pink-haired second in command would have happily let you leave and even pack a bag and choose a disguise for you (secretly of course, he would never forgive himself if Mikey found out) just to let you get as much of a head start as possible. But things have changed, and Sanzu is too confused over what to think of you now - who knows how much your small kind gesture has affected him over the past 12 years?

As for Rindo, Takeomi and Mochi, it is unclear at this point whether they know what you look like or have even heard the rumours yet.

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Going Home: Chapter 2

Yandere Platonic Toman

a big thanks to all my wonderful, patient readers, especially those that voted to have me work on this - it's a relief and a joy to finally be able to get this out to yall <3 there was so much more I had hoped to write, but alas, time restrictions. Enjoy!

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Going Home: Chapter 1

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“Did you hear? They upped that bounty again.” Naoto was usually good at tuning out the mundane chatter of his fellow policemen bustling around his cubicle - it was a skill he had trained over many years of work. Yet there was something in his gut about that line that had him paying attention to station gossip for once; the detective couldn’t quite recall anything about a bounty mentioned in the last two years.

Ears perking up as the two continued over the divide of an office cubicle unaware of their eavesdropper, the black-haired man leaned in as close as he could. “50 million yen, imagine that. More than a year’s salary, all that just for a safe return.” 

No, Naoto chuckled to himself, mentally pushing away that photo of you still dressed in the uniform of a school that no longer exists attached to your file as he tried to focus back on the double homicide case open in front of him - there was absolutely no way that they were talking about you, right? But as the conversation unfolded, the unease at the back of his mind only grew.

“Never gave up, huh? It’s been twelve years now, can’t imagine what those criminals want with her."

“You gotta feel bad though. She was only fourteen ya know - my girl’s fourteen this year too."

His heart sank instantly. Despite all the odds, it was you - there was no doubt about it. But how could this be? You were of course still missing, as you had been for twelve years, and Naoto was dead certain that there was no open case on you, let alone a bounty enough to make anyone's eyes water - he had told Takemichi himself just a week and a half before. Even as the conversation took a turn for the lighter topics of upcoming vacations and bonuses, the black-haired police remained stuck, fingers frozen on his keyboard, mind whirling as he struggled to recall. Was there a memory refresh that he failed to notice? Did this change in his present mean that Takemichi was back from the future? 

But it was one thought and one thought alone that quickly dominated the front of his mind, sending a shiver down his spine as it always did previously. If the future did truly change without his knowledge, then there was a possibility- 

Hina-

Yet his rigid fingers refused to obey his mind’s orders to fly across the spotless, worn keyboard just like they had a few seconds ago despite it feeling much longer, remaining stubbornly stuck to the same keys they had been resting on. No matter how much he mentally screamed at them, pleaded with them, begged them to just move, to type in his sister’s name into the search bar just like they had so many times before, all he could do in the moment was watch the blinking cursor mock him.

“Tachibana-san? Are you all right?” A gentle touch to his shoulder had him all but leap from his seat, though Naoto had at least enough restraint not to swing at the thought intruder even in his shock.

Eyes flying up from his screen, his widened gaze met a pair of furrowed eyebrows framing a concerned look from his fellow detective occupying the cubicle next to him.  “I-I’m fine,” The Tachibana sibling stammered out, hurriedly wiping off his sweaty palms on the sides of his pants. 

“You’re shaking!” She tutted, looking him over, her tone quickly softening to a gentle lull. “I think you should take the day off, Tachibana-san. I heard about what happened when I got back, my condolences about your sister.”

So Hina didn’t make it in this future either. But still there was something very wrong, his instincts screamed at him, and combined with the feeling of a thousand snakes crawling under his skin making the hair on the nape of his neck stand, the detective was more than inclined to believe the churn of his gut. 

Stepping out into the cool night, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky to block the shine of the full moon smiling down ever so gently upon Naoto as he rushed out from the station with a single mind to get home as quickly as possible. The flap of loose papers haphazardly stuffed into his bag threatened to set themselves free in the tail breeze he kicked up as the man slid into his car, engine letting out a choked cough as it was forced to life. The slumbering streets of Tokyo felt unusually silent despite nothing being out of the ordinary - the occasional drunk lying fast asleep along the pavement being the only signs of life. But for all his reckless driving and breakneck speed, flinging open his front door only to find Takemichi's slumbering body, still frozen on the makeshift bed as it had been for the past three weeks, only led Naoto to a single, troubling conclusion. 

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Across on the other side of town, tucked away safely in the heart of the headquarters belonging to Japan’s most dangerous syndicate, you were snoozing away peacefully under the same shared moonlight, blissfully unaware of the turmoil you had unknowingly stirred up.

Snuggled tight under warm comfortable sheets and a familiar weight huddled in your arms, you had - in the drowsy haze of waking from a good night’s rest - initially brushed the previous day as nothing more than a creepy dream, a nightmare even. That it must have been just a dream, too bizarre to even consider that those heart-pounding events actually came to pass. Finding yourself in an unfamiliar alley with the school building nowhere in sight, being kidnapped by a man with no footsteps from your own house, only to be whisked away to find a white-haired sickly looking Mikey; you chuckled at the thought of your Toman friends flying into a panic at the absurdity of your story, perhaps even insisting that you went to have your head checked.

Yet as your heavy eyes fluttered open, you were confronted not with the first lights of dawn scattering through, or even the dim glow of the streetlamp that had faithfully stood outside your room for as long as you could remember - there was nothing but darkness. Eyes now flying open, your breath hitched - where were you? The glimpse of something white nestled in the crook of your neck did little to settle the thumping in your chest,  the vain attempt in moving either of your legs or your left arm only adding fuel to the growing fire. This wasn’t home. This wasn’t your bed. Wha- 

But right as the panic set in, your single free arm shooting out in a bid to yank yourself free, it was the low, sleepy mumble of your name emulating from an unseen face - the same one pressed firmly into your chest - that had you freeze before you could strike out at the offending party, your mind now choosing to instead offer up a familiar name to your clinger. 

“Mikey?” You whispered.

The insistent nuzzle was your only response, individual strands of white hair thrown up, fluttering with every breath you exhaled, glittering even in the lack of light as Mikey tried to bury his face deeper in a bid to escape the disturbance. It was a strange mix of relief and reassurance that flooded you -  the thought of the events of yesterday truly happening, that it hadn’t been just a dream - it was somehow comforting. 

Letting a yawn, the first of the day, bubble up and out through your lips, running one hand through his hair brought about only more whimpers, Mikey's grip on your shirt, where he's been no doubt been stuck to the entire night, tightening further in his sleep. You didn't mind of course, you never did, no matter which Mikey he was. Allowing yourself to sink back under the thick covers, helped along by a for once in no hurry to start your day, you could only wonder how long you had been asleep - it was rare that you ever sleep in after all, not with hungry boys to feed at lunch time. 

Still, as time ticked on, no matter how hard you tried, the feeling of dirt that clung to your skin from the previous day and the itch of your school uniform was getting impossible to ignore. And you did try your best, your friend’s once-sorrowful face now smoothened out in his sleep too peaceful for you to disrupt - it must have been a while since he had a good rest, you gently tracing the tips of your fingers across his dark eyebags. Yet the desire to feel the grime of yesterday gone became too overwhelming, and you could only allow the expected guilt to weigh on your gut as you carefully pried yourself free from Mikey, the familiar, heart-wrenching whine that had started up quickly dying down when you reattach the notorious snuggler to a bolster, as you had so many times before. 

The comfortable silence that hung over Mikey’s bedroom was only broken by another yawn and a groan of satisfaction as you stretched out cramped limbs, with several muffled knocks soon joining the small cacophony of sound as you tried to feel out the doorway you vaguely remember stumbling through  - you made sure it was nothing loud enough to wake your sleeping friend at least. Too worn out to have noticed which direction you had stumbled in the previous day, you could only resort to fumbling about in the shadows, outstretched hands feeling for any sort of handle or frame that would indicate a door. At least with the tiny room, it didn’t take long for your hands to catch on, the cold of the metal door handle that froze the tips of your fingers a good sign. But the flood of light that burst through the tiniest crack of the door had you instantly regretting your decision, the sudden brightness overwhelming your sensitive eyes. 

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Life was hard, bemoaned Ran. Taking a stroll down luxuriously decorated corridors, the only thing Ran could think of at the moment was the small specks of dirty red that stained his custom tailored suit and his sore feet. A horrible combination of having his intended targets lead on a wild goose chase down countless smelly alleys in a vain attempt to escape their sealed fates, combined with having to shoot them way too close for comfort had left him being completely exhausted.

Yet despite his need to just crumble right where he stood and take a nice, long nap sprawled across the plush carpets, him in such a tragic state was a sight Rindo would absolutely kill to see, and that was the last thing Ran would ever allow his younger brother to have the pleasure of. And so against the wishes of his screaming, aching muscles, the man all but willed his body to keep moving - hold out just a bit longer for a hot shower and his soft, warm, comfy bed was the mantra he repeated to himself on every agonizing step. But the older of the two Haitani brothers quickly found himself thankful for having made the initially awful decision to make the journey.

It was the small crack of complete darkness that contrasted so vastly against the matted wood of that dreaded white door and the backdrop of eternally lit corridors that instantly caught even his weary eyes as he rounded the corner towards Executives’ Row, the glint of an eye carefully peering out somehow gleaming brighter than the polished gold of the overhead chandelier for a brilliant moment. 

And in that moment as he strided near Mikey’s door, your eye swung up to catch his, and you blinked. In surprise, Ran guessed, since it was rare to have any foot traffic round this part of the building - he must have been the first person you saw all this time. But when you instead pulled the door further open to allow yourself to shimmer out the narrow gap, the single beam of light briefly illuminating his boss’s figure huddled up in bed before the door was lightly shut behind you, the Bonten executive couldn’t claim that he understood what went through your mind in that moment. 

Staring up at him with wide eyes, you having to take a deep breath before pulling yourself together to speak up. “Sorry to bother, but do you know where I could find the shower?”

You stood out almost painfully among the hardened criminals that roamed Bonten Headquarters - and it wasn’t your rumpled school uniform: it was rather well known that certain… members of their esteemed organization had their tastes. But rather it was your whole person - from your delicate hands to the softness of your face, and those eyes. Those big innocent eyes that hid nothing from the world - one look was all Ran needed to tell that you didn’t belong in their underworld, your thoughts and feelings pouring forth with barely a filter. Plus the fact that you had deemed him, of all people, safe enough to leave the confines of Mikey’s room despite his person being clearly covered in blood for such a simple question; you weren’t exactly the brightest kid on the block. Though perhaps you were right in your reading to an extent; Ran wasn’t about to touch anyone who clearly had his boss’ favor - enough to survive a night and a morning where no one else has ever treaded at least.

Slipping his hand into the pocket of his coat, the made-man was still somewhat surprised to see the lack of a fear response from you that the simple gesture elicited previously in so many victims and grunts alike, whether he was retrieving his gun or something much more innocuous. But it was just his pack of cigarettes this time, Ran gesturing for you to follow him a little ways down the corridor, to which you obediently tottered along much to his amusement, before lighting the stick now clenched between his teeth. Mikey always hated the smell, and you didn’t favor it either, your nose scrunching up as the smoke drifted towards you with the whirl of the air conditioning. “So you’re Mikey’s type huh? Never thought he liked his whores so young~”

The question was enough to break you out of your exceedingly polite coughing fit hidden behind one fragile hand, even if Ran had meant for it to be rhetorical. Furrowing your eyebrows, nothing could prepare the man for the next question that spilled from your lips. “A whore? What’s a whore?”

He gagged. That wretched gray smoke sputtered out in small breaths as Ran all but doubled over with laughter, the expression on your face swinging from bewildered to concern only adding to the pain in his sides. You had reached out, but he only waved your concern away, allowing himself to live through the rolling waves of highs and pain. Finally pulling himself together, the soreness of the day seemed to have all but melted away. “You’re joking right?”

You had to be; there was no way that school uniform was real. He knew the other executives were strange, but even they wouldn’t sink that low - it was an unspoken rule by far, but everyone knew better than to risk Mikey’s wrath. Throwing one arm over you, he leaned down. “Come on, you can tell me - how’s the old man in bed? He went in raw or what? I promise I won’t tattle~”

“Old ma- oh! You mean Mikey? His hair is quite white I suppose.” Tilting your head, Ran could see the gears in your head turning through those doe eyes. “He always likes to cuddle when he’s sleeping.”

Wha- Cuddling? 

But just as Ran was about to open his mouth and ask you to elaborate whether it was the same kind of cuddling he was thinking of, it was about then that Kakucho’s cryptic warning, dished out in passing as the two met at the door to the dining room, which he had originally dismissed to the back of his mind swung back to hit him like a brick. If you see a girl in a middle school uniform around, mess with her at your own risk. 

No fucking way. 

Immediately dropping his arm from you, Ran took a step back, his neglected cigarette quickly finding its way back between his lips as the executive let out a shaky laugh. Fuck. That explained a lot. So you were that girl - Mikey’s missing girl. A lot younger than he was expecting, but still. He didn’t imagine the boss would take very kindly to Ran’s prodding of you regardless, much less so after searching the length and breadth of Japan for you for twelve straight years.

Turning only briefly to stub out his cigarette on a nearby ashtray, the Bonten executive exhaled the last of his smoke break in the direction of a vent, before facing you once more. Pulling up the best older-brother smile he could muster (those that he reserved to use on Rindo when he accidentally shoots him in the foot again), Ran cranked his charisma to the max. “I suppose Mikey can be pretty sweet at times huh?”

Dear god if the others heard the things he was saying. But this was a do-or-die, and luckily for him, you were no way as cunning as the bastards he usually deals with. Probably way too kind to laugh, too naive to realize his backtracking, you seem to almost gladly take the bait. “He is! Mikey really doesn’t have a mean bone - just a tad protective honestly.”

Right, not a single mean bone. The boss of Bonten, the single largest and most feared criminal organization in Japan with its sticky fingers in the most horrid illegal activities imaginable, had just a small problem with how possessive he was. Sure. Maybe. Ran really couldn’t tell what was hurtling through what must have been a pretty empty space in your head, and he didn’t think he would want to ever find out, but if it worked in his favor, well - you wouldn’t find him complaining. Kind smile never once slipping, the man reached down to gently brush a lock of hair out of your face, before lazily straightening back up. 

He knew what he was doing well; a gentle blush instantly blooming across your cheeks, though Ran didn’t miss the confusion washing across your eyes before you shyly dropped your gaze from his. Ah, to be innocent once more. “Pardon me, it seems I got sidetracked. You were looking for the shower, weren’t you?” 

“I- yes?” You squeaked out, before you seemingly caught yourself, blinking several times as if breaking yourself out of a spell, your voice quickly returning to normal. “Yes, the shower please.”

“It’s down this way, you see that giant vase?” Ran pointed down the corridor he had hauled himself down just minutes earlier, the ornate white and blue Chinese vase he never once noticed now an eye-catching feature in the near distance, flowers and cranes glowing and dancing under the gentle glow of its dedicated spotlight. “Take a left, and it’s the first door on your right. You’ll find everything you need in there.”

Given that it was Koko’s private shower room went unsaid; that white-haired money freak was only about as scary as a bottle of shampoo next to Mikey’s wrath, and if leading you to the most luxurious shower meant there was a chance you forgot what he just said to you or even better, put in a good word for him with the boss, Ran would willingly, happily forfeit his month’s stipend. Hell, he would even forfeit two month’s worth if it met that he didn’t have to explain to Mikey why he dared even utter such crude words around you.

Your gaze followed his finger, lingering for a moment at the vase marking the junction, before you turned back to face him. Yet your eyes remained amusingly fixed on his waist as you chirped your thanks, before taking your hurried leave from his presence, all but running the short distance down the carpet-lined path and disappearing round the corridor. The slow creak of a well-worn hinge was somehow cute - Ran imagining you carefully pulling open the door and peaking inside to check if he was pulling a fast one on you - and then the soft click of the door locking behind you. Finally letting out the wretched sigh he had been holding, the Bonten executive allowed himself to slump against the wall, hand slipping back into his pocket to grasp at the familiar, crumpled box of cigarettes, the drying bloodstains dotting his suit long forgotten. Fucking hell.

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Separated by just a few streets and twelve years of yet unpassed time, it seemed no matter how hard Takemichi searched and researched, there was still no sign of you anywhere to be found in this quiet corner of town, nor any sign that the cruel afternoon heat that had been roasting him alive for the past two hours or so would finally have mercy on him and let up already. Letting out a wretched sigh as you failed to appear in the depths of yet another dumpster, the echo of the lid slamming shut behind him resounding across empty alleyways only seemed to taunt the blond-haired boy of his failure - of everything that had happened, how could he have forgotten about you? 

You, the one trigger that every part of that wretched future seemed to be linked to, whom Hina's future depended on. It was stupid of him to assume that just because he had prevented Draken’s death from coming to pass on the night of August 3rd, the slate would have been wiped clean. Yet now with you now truly missing from the past, Takemichi could only dry his bitter tears on his school uniform’s sweat soaked sleeve - despite all he and Naoto had worked for, it seemed that the same future would come to pass once more.

That same memory he had of you from the hospital kept replaying itself in his head no matter how much the blond-haired boy tried to force it back, haunting him like a ghost, taunting his failures. It was always the same scene: him catching sight of you seated in a small private room at the end of a busy corridor alone while partially hidden behind a wall, watching from a distance as you bundled Mikey in your arms, him crumpling and weeping into your chest. The white of the bandages neatly bound around your hand from where you tried to catch the knife almost glowing under the harsh white lights, standing out against the gold of the Toman President’s hair as you ran it through your friend’s hair, what seemed like a hum on your lips as you bent to press a kiss to the top of his head. A reminder that despite Mikey’s invincible strength, he was still just a kid inside - one that needed comfort as much as Takemichi did, a place to seek refuge from the harsh world - comfort that he found in you.

Comforts that all the Toman founders found in you and your loving arms according to weary, overly cautious members who spoke only in hushed tones, which they were now forced to endure without even as life marched relentlessly on, bringing Takemichi full-circle back to this situation he was trapped in. What to do? Was there anything more he could even do? 

The ping of a new message broke his train of thoughts, though far from being the good news he hoped for, it was just the quarter-hourly text from Draken that lit the small screen of his flip phone. Yet another sigh slipped his lips before Takemichi could stop it, the blond-haired boy slumping against the brick-lined wall that stretched endlessly into the distance, glumly replying a negative to the Toman Vice Captain before tucking his phone away. This was all his fault. If only he had drummed up the courage to approach you after saving Draken, there was a chance that he could have saved Hina-

Wait. Draken was saved. He didn’t die. And that meant-

Pushing off from the wall, his feet barely made a tap against the concrete as Takemichi all but flew down the path, mind set in a single-minded attempt to reach the Tachibana residence as fast as humanly possible. The future was not all that set in stone just yet it seemed.

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The steam gently rising from the floor in a cloud was usually an indicator that your time in the shower was up, but seated under the hot water raining down on your skin, alone with time to yourself, it was little wonder your reluctance to leave the small comfort you found sapped away your will. And so here you were, sat on a small stool underneath a trickle of running water, with the lingering fragrance of expensive yet unfamiliar soaps you barely dared use still tickling your nose (in your defense, they were the only ones available), thinking.

Not only did you just realize you had no clean clothes to change into after your shower, having already accidentally sprayed your only set when you were momentarily overpowered by the shower head, it was only amidst the quiet of the bathroom - alone for the first time in the whirlwind of the past twenty-four hours - when the realization finally dawned on you that wherever this was, it wasn’t home. Yes, you were undoubtedly still in Shibuya, Tokyo - the train stations you were whisked past were unmistakable, no matter how blurred and brief your view of the outside was.

Yet the Tokyo that laid tauntingly out of reach, hidden behind the opulent walls of this labyrinth of corridors - it wasn’t the same lively city you had awoken to yesterday morning. The sun that would rise or had risen, it couldn’t be the same sun that had bathed you in its gentle glow as it peaked over the horizon as you locked your front door behind you. And the most concerning of all was the unrecognizable Mikey you had fallen asleep with. This was no dream, but at the same time, how could it not be? Whatever was happening to you was supposed to be the stuff of books - mere fantasy trapped safely behind printed words.  

So where were you? The patter of water raining down on the tiled floor held no answers for your question, and so your mind turned to the other pressing issue.

That man. Even now safely behind the double-locked door of the pristine shower room, the mere memory of the fleeting brush of his fingertips across your cheek was enough to set your face alight once more, and you quickly turned to bury your face into your hands, the fog doing little to hide the flushing face reflected in the wall-to-ceiling mirror from you. You hadn’t dared look back even once at the overly charming purple-haired man as you tried to distance yourself as quickly as it was polite, yet you couldn’t deny that the little skip in your heartbeat at his lazy, charming smile despite the earlier bombardment of strange, weird questions you couldn’t understand - what was wrong with you?

Carefully touching one cheek as if you could feel the heat radiating through your skin, you could only hope that you wouldn’t run into him again, waiting to ambush you with more questions outside the door. You think you liked the polite, distant Kakucho a lot more.

But it seemed that fate had ordained that your peace was over, broken by a sudden loud bang that had you almost toppling off your perch, wood shuddering under the force of the impact, right before another mighty hit to the edge of the lock sent the metal rattling. Despite your first thought being that mysterious man for reasons beyond you, the holler of your name - a desperate prayer leaving the lips of an anguished devotee - resonating through the inch-thick door and echoing around the marble-tiled room that brought your wandering mind firmly back to earth. 

“Mikey!” You squeaked, hurriedly reaching up to switch the tap off, the other hand stretching out towards the stack of towels. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust the door, but it was a precaution should the groaning wood give way. “Mikey, it’s okay! I'm here.”

The reassurance seemed enough to at least calm your friend down, the cacophony of the white-haired man all but trying to break down the offensive door instantly dying away, swallowed into the silence that permeated every corner of this seemingly lifeless place. Yet it was the heart wrenching whimper of your name, a quiet whine which followed that pierced the veil of the otherworldly quietness through the solid wood door, reaching your ears loud and clear. “You didn’t leave me.”

Your chest tightened. "I'm right here.” You whispered. “Just had to take a shower." 

A pause. "Can I come in?"

The chuckle slipped your lips before you could stop yourself, the amused smile breaking out onto your face clearly reflected on the mirror through the swirling mist even as you carefully righted yourself back onto the stool. It seemed no matter what had transpired, Mikey was still the same boy you knew deep down. "Still a no from me, Mikey." 

"But I got clothes for you."

You perked up - indeed a clean change would be sorely welcomed. "Could you pass them to me please? Just a few more minutes okay?"

A promise of attention later was rarely a high enough prize when dangled alongside shower time; one of those unfortunate lessons you had to learn the hard way. You held your breath. "Fine. Open up." 

Your sigh of relief was palpable, though the change in tune didn’t slip your attention. Reaching for the silver handle, it took mere seconds from the click of the door being unlocked and pulled ever so slightly open for Mikey to shove a set of clothes through the small gap before yanking it back shut behind him. Though you were almost pulled off your perch for the second time seeing that you had failed to let go of the door handle in time, you still thanked whoever was looking out for you that you had managed to catch the freshly-pressed set with a quick mumbled prayer - you really didn’t fancy having to wear wet clothes, especially after what happened to your first set.

Picking yourself off the stool, you easily recognised the patterns and embroidery adorning the various articles of clothing - this was undoubtedly yours, taken from your house, complete with underwear. Someone must have made the trip at one point in time, and you really did hope it was Mikey - the idea of a complete stranger rummaging through your underwear drawer made you uncomfortable.

“You spoke to Ran.”

“Ran?” You echoed the unfamiliar name - that must have been the name of the purple-haired man from earlier. But you don’t recall a Ran in the ranks of Toman - a new friend perhaps? “How did you know?”

Mikey fell silent for a moment. “I don’t want you talking with him.”

So not a friend, you assume, or at least not a friend you were allowed to have. You didn't answer, instead letting out a sigh as you reached up to turn the shower back on, rinsing off the last of the soap still tangled up in your hair, though it was a glint of purple from one of the multitude of bottles you caught in the corner of your eye that sparked a sudden burst of curiosity. “Mikey?"

“Mmm?”

“What’s a whore?”

Two floors down, a certain purple-haired man felt a shiver go down his spine. 

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It was instantly clear to Takemichi that he was back in his own twenty-six year old body through just the glare of the familiar overhead lights that never failed to hurt his eyes. Letting out a groan as he struggled to sit back up after three weeks of inactivity,  the black-haired man opted to allow his head to drop back onto the acceptably soft cushion of the couch - the clap of his hand against a younger Naoto was the easiest part of any time leap. 

“Takemichi! You’re back!”

At least this time around, he didn’t need to face an oncoming train to find Naoto. But there was no rest for the weary it seemed, as the black-haired man was solidly lifted from where he was recovering, a pair of strong hands clamped around his shoulders shaking him like he was the last chip in the Pringle can.  

“The future changed, Takemichi!”

“As it’s supposed to?” Was all he managed to get out without biting his tongue - he swore he could feel his mind rattling away in his skull.

But his question only seemed to agitate the younger Tachibana further, the police detective instantly dropping the man back down onto the couch in favour of pinching his nose, looking scarily similar to his former high school teacher having to deal with yet another stupid question. "No, you don't understand. It changed while you were in the past.

The grim look Naoto wore only grew with the horror dawning on his face. “You mean-”

“There’s another time leaper.”

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“Come on Mikey, I’m sure he didn’t mean anything bad.” You were sure you had done something right by meekly requesting Mikey to stay with you upon him falling into a sudden silence at your question, which he begrudgingly obliged - at least you had hoped Mikey’s friend would be safe from a beating you had once again unknowingly caused. 

Emerging from the shower room to find Mikey huddled into himself against the doorway, the man wasted little time in flinging himself at you, bony arms flushing you tight against him as he buried his face into your shirt. Although it seemed that not all was right, the man instantly pulling away offended after taking a single sniff, abyss eyes turning up to meet your own even as his nose wrinkled, looking much like a puppy who had a strong whiff of lemon. “You don’t smell like you.”

“It’s me.” You reassured him, releasing him from your arms to lift your shirt and have a smell yourself - it was well known how much your friends like the smell of that one soap you had been using back home. Having you use something new on no notice at all must be especially jarring. “I think it’s the soap. Sorry Mikey, there was only one type in there.”

“I don’t want you using this shower. You use only mine, I’ll get you the same soap you use.” Taking another sniff did little to settle your friend, who only grew more disturbed. “Bathe again in my shower.”

Letting your cat-printed shirt fall back down to drape over you, you offered one delicate hand to him. “Come on, I swear I’m already clean!”

Carefully intertwining his fingers in yours, Mikey didn’t seem to want to back down. “This shower’s dirty,” He insisted, stubbornly puffing up his cheeks, looking away when you tried to protest. "Bathe again.”

The laughter bubbled up freely through your lips as you pecked a kiss to his forehead, feeling him melt into your arms once more. “I’ll think about it later, okay Mikey?”

It was the new addition to the overwhelmingly decorated corridors that instantly caught your eye as the two of you traveled the short distance back to Mikey’s room, your footsteps silenced by the plush carpet underfoot, your white-haired friend all but riding piggyback with the way he was clinging to you. A multitude of small fine china bowls, you thought you spied from the distance, the shimmering white embellished with flowers and covered with equally expensive looking porcelain covers quickly covering into view as you and Mikey neared, balanced on a shiny metal tray that had been reverently left on the contrastingly small and simple wooden table right beside your friend’s white bedroom door. 

Food perhaps? It did seem to be around lunch time.

And you were quickly proven right, the steam from the freshly-cooked rice wafting up and dispersing in the cool air when you gently lifted the cover. Delicately assembled and beautifully displayed, the effort and sheer work that went into preparing each and every dish was more than clear to you as you carefully revealed every dish - masterfully cooked and skillfully diced lobster tail, beef, pork, vegetables and countless others sides that escaped your knowledge. A feast truly fit for a king. Yet it was only the last dish that had your friend finally leave where he had been huddled against your back, nimble fingers quick to snatch up what your eyes barely registered as a piece of taiyaki.

“Are you going to eat the rest?”

“Don’t wanna.” Came the muttered response, Mikey’s chin now back to resting against your shoulder, half the taiyaki already stuffed inside his mouth. 

You sighed, gingerly replacing the cover; that was about the response you had expected from your notoriously picky friend.  “You can't just eat taiyaki, Mikey. It's not healthy!"

“But I don’t wanna.” He whined, pressing his face into the crook of your shoulder, the taiyaki clutched in his hand dangled loosely over your other shoulder. “I don’t wanna.”

Oh Mikey definitely knew what he was doing, trying to wriggle his way out of eating anything that wasn’t cake in the shape of a fish. But despite his usually effective kicked-puppy tone that always had you melting and giving in, food was the one topic you never compromised on, and seeing how sickly he looks up close, you had your tricks to make your friend eat. “Ahh I was thinking of making some taiyakis, you know. It’s been a while since I did that.”

The interest was immediate, the man whipping his head up, abyss eyes turning to look at you. “Handmade taiyakis?” Mikey repeated weakly, the grip he had on the front of your shirt tightening. 

“Mmm!” Instead feinting disappointment, you struggled to hide the smile as you looked away, wondering out loud. “But you know the rules - can’t eat two taiyakis in a row without a meal. So I guess that’ll have to wait.”

“No!” And there was the answer you were looking for, your white-haired friend throwing himself in front of you in an attempt to stop you from walking away, bundling himself into your arms. “I’ll eat it okay? But you gotta promise.”

Letting out a laugh, you pecked him on the forehead, before expertly twisting around to pick up the tray of food as you had a hundred times before. “I promise I’ll make those taiyakis for you. Come on, we can probably share this.”

It was in a room just two turns down from where you had spent the night that the two of you shared the lavish meal, you carefully spooning pieces of expensive meat atop little lumps of rice and feeding it to a scrunching Mikey, before having a scoop of food yourself. The room itself was bare-boned compared to even the corridor outside, consisting of nothing more than a large meeting table and a few chairs on each side, of which you and Mikey occupied two. It was a far cry from the homely feeling of your own dining room, though you had to admit that the rolling office chairs were extremely comfortable. 

Little by little, the two of you chipped away at the meal, finishing right on time, with the last spoonful disappearing into your mouth when there was a quiet knock on the door. The plain wooden door didn’t swing open though like you had expected, but it seemed that it was for Mikey, his head snapping up to stare at the sound for a moment, before his eyes swung to you. “Do you know how to get back to my room from here?”

Humming, you recalled the short walk here as you thoughtfully chewed and swallowed. “Two rights, white door on the left?”

Mikey nodded, taking your hand and gently pulling you towards the doorway. “You head back first. There’s a meeting I need to attend.”

And his tone flattened, the playfulness that had swirled behind the black of his eyes fading away. “You go straight back and lock the door. Don’t stop, and don’t talk to anyone you see, you understand?”

You nodded.

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Sanzu doesn’t think he has had a better day than today in years, a rare hum trailing the path that his staggering silhouette carved through the halls of Bonten headquarters. Heaven must have been smiling down on him on this fabulous day, a crooked smile gracing his lips, though not everyone agreed, with the lower ranks of the criminal syndicate tripping over themselves to scram at the sight of a joyful Sanzu.

Mikey’s tray was returned empty. Every dish was polished, the kitchen told him; not even a grain of rice left for the first time in many years. Taking in a large breath, the pink-haired man let his chuckle mix with the pant of his exhale, turning his gaze up towards the ceiling, bright lights burning spots into his dilated eyes barely a bother. His muddled brain could think of nothing else, turning the same few words again and again around even as the high of the moment kept his overly relaxed muscles moving against their will - Mikey was eating. Oh his king was eating again.

Turning the corner seemed a bit too advanced for his drugged-up state, Sanzu barely managing to catch himself on a window ledge before he slammed into one of countless priceless statues that lined the corridor, instead tripping on thin air and landing face first on the carpeted ground. Yet even as he rolled onto his back with a throb in his nose, a mild trickle of blood for all his efforts in saving something he couldn’t care more about (fuck that money miser, he needed his drug money), all the Bonten executive could do was laugh and laugh and laugh, the empty giggles echoing down the empty hallways as the lights overhead continued to shine down uncaringly on his aching sides. Mikey was going to get better and stronger. And maybe Sanzu would even get some praise for his efforts. And damn those pills were strong, maybe he shouldn’t have taken so many if he was going to see the boss. And -

“Are you alright, mister?” A gentle voice broke his internal rambling, pink eyelashes flying open for a pair of steel blues to confront a blurry yet disturbingly familiar face overhead, the small patch of shadow cast over him by your delicate silhouette providing little respite from the throbbing lights. But as the features of your face slowly came into focus, and the memories came flooding back, Sanzu felt the panic and dread surge. No, no, no - you were supposed to be dead! That bounty wasn’t meant to turn up results, he made sure of it!

Were you just a ghost back to haunt him? To haunt Mikey?

“You’re- Sanzu, aren’t you?” But the delight that sparkled in your eyes told a different tale, a bright smile gracing your lips as you offered a hand. “I thought I recognised you from somewhere!” 

Attempting to smack your hand away turned out to be a failure, so Sanzu just opted to ignore it, clambering to his swaying feet himself. “You- you’re-” He swallowed, before quickly catching himself. He knew exactly who you were, Mikey’s clear orders back from his Toman glory days roaring straight back to the front of his mind - no one was to look at you or to speak to you without his explicit say so. This was disobeying direct orders from his king. But you were supposed to be dead. 

“Are you alright? You’re swaying!” An evil spirit, back to ruin everything he had done for Mikey. To ruin his beloved king. 

His hands shot out, long fingers and scarred palms wrapping around your fragile neck, the flash of his Bonten tattoo prominent as his sleeves were pulled back. And he squeezed. 

There was no talking needed, the Bonten executive concluded - he just had to get rid of you. You didn’t seem to put up much of a fight; your own fragile fingers doing little against his own, your coughing and pleading a muffled song in his ears as you tried in vain to free yourself from his grip. Sanzu wondered what you looked like dead - your skin ashen like the traitors of Bonten. 

“Sanzu!” A roar from down the corridor, a gunshot.

Then a cacophony of pain erupted in his thigh, and you slipped from his clammy grip. Someone - or was it two? - rushed towards him, the parted black hair a clear giveaway. Kakucho. That fucking bootlicker, did he shoot him? “Sanzu, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Shit, you’re bleeding!” A voice hissed out, and Kakucho turned to look. And from the utmost corner of his eyes, Sanzu sees it. The crown of white hair bowed down, smoking gun set to his side as he carefully shifted a heaving you into his arms, bright red blood pooling in your palm and staining his. 

It was Mikey. 

He had been shot by his king. 

“Your neck.” Came Mikey’s quiet whisper, loud and clear in the deadly silence that followed, the Bonten boss gently running the tips of his fingers across the black and blue bruises that littered your neck, still dark where his hands had been moments ago - now nothing more than a mocking reminder of his failure even as his signature striped vest grew wet with his own blood. The pain of being shot was almost dull by now, replaced by a certain euphoria, and Sanzu giggled. The honor. He might die by Mikey’s hands. “Kakucho, give me your handkerchief. And call the doctor.”

“I’m fine, Mikey. Really.”

Several shuffles as Mikey strolled into his direct view, you bundled safe and soundly in his arms. It was the final gaze his boss spared him that instantly plunged the pink-haired men into cold water, before he turned to leave with his priceless cargo. Empty. His eyes were empty. “Kakucho.”

“Yes sir.”

There was no disgust, no anger left for him.

The seconds that ticked as Kakucho stood by, waiting for the boss to turn the corner and disappear, were agonizing. He lost - Sanzu lost. Lost his king to a little slut from the past. But the Bonten third in command had seemingly yet to understand, instead squatting by him as he retrieved a roll of bandage from the depths of his pocket. “Do you actually want to die? You know who that is!”

“You d-don’t unde-rstand.” He sang, though the heaviness of his tongue slurred every word, letting out an oompf as Kakucho tightened the bandage around his leg. “No-nothing but pr-oblems wit-h her around.”

Cryptic warning issued, the world around him promptly turned black. 

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Platonic yanderes who shame you for being single when they're the reason why : HANMA, RAN, Rindou, SANZU (KMG & Bonten). The audacity. Oh and these people would bully you (affectionate) but won't allow anyone else to do the same.

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Hanma

Smooth-talking beansprout - even after only having had Hanma as a friend all these years, you find it difficult to tell when he's making fun of you or just throwing out hard facts. Weaves his words so well that you don't realize that he is teasing you (again) about the fact that you were still single even though you tried so hard to mingle, and by the time you realize and tried to retort, the conversation had already switched four different times. And then Hanma gets to lightly bully you about being slow as well on top of being unwanted.

But you being unattached to anyone else but him is precisely the careful balance that Hanma have been striking all this time, being the crafty fella he is - you have resorted to trying to keep your dating life away from him after he randomly popped up out of nowhere during your dates, on every date you had. Doesn't work though, he knows everything there is to know about you - and is happy to deal with whoever dared to try smooth-talk you (that's his job and only his job). You're suspicious of course when every date seems to end in a ghosting, and you've confronted him multiple times, but have never figured it out despite him never lying to you. You're wayyy too naive and airheaded to live away from him if you can't make head or tail of his answers.

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Ran

You know that lazy smirk he has plastered all over his face like the back of your hand when he is affectionately bullying you over your very single status, all the while he has some scantily clad woman hanging off his arm. And you were more than well aware and extremely conscious of the fact that you failed at every turn - not even making it past the texting phase to get to the dating phase while your best (and only) friend have no issues with changing bedmates every week. But you don't show that you're affected (even if Ran very well knows you are), just muttering that he should really make the effort to treat the lady better, but Ran barely even looks at her while you were around. You were the true prize after all.

Has some of the best hackers in Bonten on your network to disrupt the texts you send and the replies you get - no matter what platform you try, no one seems to want to associate with you, and you never understand why. Always apologizes if he "accidentally" pushes your buttons too hard and you flee in tears - makes a show of pulling all the stops to make you feel better, but of course Ran knows exactly what he is doing. Brings you out for the fanciest meals, takes you shopping on the high street and buys you the nicest things against your will - you always end up forgiving him because you were just too soft and innocent for this world. Anyone even the slightest bit more aware would see through him like glass, yet here you were still with your bestfriend after so many years. He had to keep you protected and safe from other evil people just like him.

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Rindo

Every guy you date is somehow the worst asshole you have ever met, and you didn't think that you could sink any lower before you talk to what seem like the next biggest misogynist on the Internet. Anyone from scammers to catfishers, you started to seriously doubt your ability to distinguish good from bad profiles when Rindo had to step in to stop you from meeting what he said was a known murderer working for a rival gang for your next date. You always turn to him, the only friend you could count on being there for you, for comfort, and even if Rindo is usually a more stoic guy for who doesn't speak much, he is so soft and understanding when it comes to you. Teases you for always needing his help, for being single for so long that you can't tell up from down, but also takes you out for ice cream, letting you cry on his shoulder even when he is wearing his expensive suit.

Of course its all him and Bonten behind the scenes, and all the "dates" that turn up to meet you were staged. It wasn't hard for him to access your phone and look at all your attempted arranged dates - he asked and you simply handed it over. And then it was a matter of sending some grunts to take the place of the other party and relieve them of their phone and identity before you arrive and scare you off. Still can't believe you fall for it everytime, but this just proves that you were too dumb for the big world, and that keeping you just for himself was indeed the right move.

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Sanzu (Bonten)

You must really be someone special for you to live in Sanzu's head rent-free alongside Mikey. And you best be sure that he spends every waking second making sure that there's no one else besides him in your life - outright threatening to wipe out anyone and their family that he finds trying to wiggle themselves into your life without his explicit permission. All behind your back of course, but that doesn't mean he has to stop constantly reminding you of the fact that you were single whenever he can - sometimes affectionately like teasing a younger sister, and other times like he was trying to break you, telling you that you were unwanted and unloved, and that if he was not as nice, you would be all alone in this world.

Have bullied you to the point of tears multiple times especially when he is high off some unknown cocktail of drugs, but Sanzu definitely does it knowingly - tearing down your self confidence and then blaming it on the drugs so that the "sane" Sanzu, your childhood bestfriend, can go on his knees to apologize before taking you on a whirlwind extragant adventure. And you never seem to blame him for his loose words, more than willing to take him back everytime (Sanzu knows your weakness to his pleading and crying, it was one of the first things he learnt about you). 100% certain that even if you found out that he has murdered people in your name just to prevent them from threatening his relationship with you, all he needs to do is cry and you would never leave him. After all, you were his, and no one else get to have you.

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