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Day 1 of writing Bonten men in "The Office" Scenarios
Ran: I'm just saying that you can't be sure you didn't steal my weed stash.
Sanzu: That's ridiculous, of course it wasn't me!
Ran: Marijuana is a memory loss drug, so maybe you just don't remember.
Sanzu: I would remember!
Ran: Well how could you if it just erased your memory?
Sanzu: That's not how it works.
Ran: How do you know how it works?
Sanzu: Alright, knock it off! I'M interviewing YOU!
Ran: No, you said that I would be conducting the interview when I walked in here, now *dramatically slams his hands down on the table* exactly how much pot did you smoke?
Day 2 of writing Bonten men in "The Office" Scenarios
Sanzu: So, what did the doctor say?
Mikey: The doctor said if I can't find a new way to relate more positively to my surroundings, I'm going to die.
Sanzu: *ready to hug mikey*
Mikey: Touch me and I'll shoot you right here.
Day 3 of writing Bonten men in "The Office" Scenarios
Kakucho: We are going to practice ABC, which stands for Airway Breathing Circulation.
Kokonoi: *Raises hand*
Kakucho: *sighs* yes?
Kokonoi: Okay well, see, that can be a little confusing because in sales, ABC means Always Be Closing.
Sanzu: You know, since I'm number 2, I think I should be teaching this health course.
Kokonoi: Sanzu, until your druggie ass can understand the definition of "health" I suggest you, respectfully, shut the fuck up.
Sanzu: *Sliding out his katana*
Kakucho: ENOUGH!
Day 5 of writing Bonten men in "The Office" Scenarios
Rindou:*Puts on his glasses as he does paperwork*
Sanzu: Hey Rindou, here's the report- *gasps* Oh my god...
Rindou: ...What?
Sanzu: Oh my god-what the hell is that on your face?
*Rindou confused as hell*: What's on my face???
Sanzu: Are you wearing a disguise or something?? You look awful!
Rindou:...
Rindou: Sanzu wtf, I'm literally just trying to see.
Looking At Me
Prompt: Tokyo Revengers boys caught you staring at them
Genre: fluff, sickly romantic?
Warnings: None except for y/n being a slight pervert in Mitsuya’s part sorry not sorry
Characters Includes: Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji, Mitsuya
A/N: heyyy luvs, I’m back in the saddle lol. Just wanted to share some 3 AM thoughts that I had wrote up! I’m considering making more parts of this cuz this had me running LAPS 🫠, feel free to tell me what you think! Also, thank you all so much for the appreciation of my posts, you all are the best, enjoy!
Parts:
Part 1 Part 2
“And then ken-chin was like-hey, y/n, are you listening to me?” Mikey asks, tilting his head up to look at you as he adjusts his position from where he layed in your lap. Silence was your only response as you continued to gaze at him with nothing but love. Gently, he reaches a hand to your face, delivering feathery touches to your cheek. You hummed at his soft gesture, placing your hand over his own. “Sorry. Wasn’t paying attention.” You breathe out, snapping out of your love-sick daze. Pouting, he’s quick to sit up and turn his full attention to you, “What? The whole time?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his puppy-like nature. “You were just so cute, I couldn’t help myself Mikey,” you confessed, smiling as your boyfriend’s cheeks sprouted red at your sudden confession. He’s quick to bury his flushed face into the crook of your neck, pulling you into a messy hug that causes the both of you to topple back down on the couch with him on top of you. “Why do you have to be so cute all the time?” he whines, burrowing his face deeper into you as you laugh at your boyfriend’s soft nature.
Draken grunts softly as he straightens his posture after three long hours of tinkering with the bike he had been working on. “Hey babe, could you pass me that wrench from the toolbox over there?” he groans, stretching out once more from his hunched-over position. When he doesn’t hear your usual “yes baby” or “ok kenny” he turns over to where you were seated at on the stool that wasn’t too far from where he was working, only to be met with your fixated orbs on him. You were hunched over with your elbows propped on your knees and hands holding your face. Raising a brow, he walks over to you and gently pinches your cheek, “Angel?” Feeling the soft tug on the side of your face, you snap back to reality, and are met with your boyfriend’s questioning gaze. “Hm? Yes?,” you asked, straightening yourself up as you looked at the blonde’s questioning gaze. “How long have you been staring like that?” he asks, tugging your arms to pull you up into a strong embrace. You grin, resting your head against his firm chest. “Is it wrong for me to admire my hard-working boyfriend?” you hum, grin growing wider as you listen to the sudden rapid heartbeat of your tall lover. Clearing his throat, he tightens his grip on your waist. “N-not at all, I was just worried s’all,” he mutters.
“Thanks, come again soon!” Chifuyu chimes from behind the counter as he waves off another customer of the pet shop. Sighing, he turns his attention to you, where you sat on a chair, cross-legged with mischievous, narrowed eyes. He slightly jolts at your sudden trained gaze on him. “y-y/n?” he calls out, snapping you out of your trance. You smile sweetly at the sound of your name being called from the dark-haired male. “Yes, love?” “How long have you been staring at me like that?” he asks, relaxing his temporary tense muscles as he makes his way over to where you were sitting, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Not long enough,” you smirk, throwing him a wink. Chifuyu gawks before quickly covering his now reddened ears at your remark. “Baby!” he groans. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched the warmth spread from the tips of his ears to across his face. “I love you~,” you coo, blowing him a kiss. You certainly would be the death of him.
You sigh, as you continue to observe Baji from afar as he talks with the other division captains of Toman. You sat fully on Baji’s bike, leaning over the front of the bike with elbows propped on either side of the bars as you held your face up to admire your long-haired lover. You could never get over the fact of how handsome Baji looked with his hair out, of course with the complement of his gang uniform as well. You couldn’t help but grin like an idiot as you let your mind wander in your thoughts as to how in the world you got so lucky to be with someone as sweet as Baji. Despite his violent nature when he is in fights, he never fails to be as gentle and caring towards you. Even when you first met him, he had been nothing but a gentleman to you. “Hey…y/n?” a waving hand enters your field of vision hearing the familiar voice of Mitsuya, you slightly jolt up from your dazed state as you turn your head to the side to face a smirking Mitsuya. “You’re so obvious, why not just take a picture of him? It would last longer.” he snickers. You glare at him, landing a hard smack to his arm. “I’m her boyfriend, she doesn’t need a picture if I’m around her all the time.” Chimes the familiar, aggressive voice you knew all too well. Before you know it, a warm hand is tugging at your chin, turning your head to face none other than your boyfriend. “Don’t worry babe, you can stare at me whenever you feel like it,” he smirks, gently thumbing over your plump lips.
Mitsuya always looked so sexy when he was concentrating on his work, but the price for the nice view was such a mighty one. It was such a shame that he seemed to pay more attention to pieces of fabric than you. Huffing, you couldn’t help but glare daggers at the flimsy inanimate objects that Mitsuya had been toying with on the model mannequin for the past few hours, not even realizing that you have been eyeing him the whole time. You even had the chance to admire his butt from where you sat, not that you were complaining, but it was frustrating when you weren’t being acknowledged by your workaholic lover. Unconsciously, a slightly high-pitched whine reverberates from your throat, snapping Mitsuya out of his focused zone, turning his full attention to you. Smiling he calmly walks over to you, reaching a hand to cup your pouting face, “Yes, honey?” he coos, the nickname causing butterflies to flutter your stomach. “You’ve been neglecting me Takashi, I bet you haven’t even noticed me at all” you cry out, earning a chuckle from the calm male. Leaning over you, he uses his other hand to hold himself up using the amrest of the chair, while the hand he had on your cheek wanders under your chin, tilting your head up as he inches his face closer to your own, giving you a better look of his handsome features. His gaze flickers back and forth from your mouth to your eyes, slowly leaning in next to the side of your growing crimson face, breath fanning against your ear, “Oh, my love, you mean how you’ve been staring at me the whole time?” he asks in a husky tone.
Looking At Me - Part 2
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
Characters Included: Takemichi, Kazutora, Nahoya, Inupi, Kokonoi
Parts:
Part 1 Part 2
Takemichi lets out an exasperated sigh, “I just don’t get Mikey-kun at all…he’s so unpredictable.” He runs his hands through his disheveled blonde hair, letting out another sigh. “Hey, y/n, what do you think I should…,” he trails off, eyes widening in surprise as he meets your focused gaze. How long have they been staring at me? Hesitantly, the blonde makes his way towards you, gently tapping your shoulder. “Hey, y/n? Everything ok?” he asks softly, concerned laced in his tone. You jump slightly at the contact, snapping out of your dozed state. You blink for a moment before shaking your head as a giggle escapes your lips. “Sorry, michi, you just look kinda cute when you're so focused with your thoughts.” you confess. Freezing, Takemichi’s face warms at your compliment, a hand reaching up to clench his chest as his heart rate races a mile a minute. He’s quick to look away, eyes flickering to the corners of your room as he tries to avoid your sweet gaze. “Y-you really mean it?” he mumbles, sheepishly rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. Scooting closer to him on the floor, you cup his face, turning him to face you. Placing a soft kiss on his reddened cheek, you pull back slightly, and whisper, “Of course, after all, I love you takemitchy~” you coo, once again giggling at his ever-growing flustered state. The moment the statement had reached the blushing virgin’s ears, he had sworn to himself that a part of him died right then and there.
“Would you cut it out y/n? You’re gonna make Kazutora quit if you keep watching him like a damn hawk,” Chifuyu grumbles, crossing his arms as he shoots you a pointed look. However, all comments fell on deaf ears as you continued to eye the dual hair-colored male from across the pet shop, sighing in defeat at the thought of how someone as good-looking as him would never even look your way. It wasn’t fair. Every day there’s a new woman coming into the pet shop, not bothering to look for a pet, but to look for Kazutora. And every day he’d always pay attention to them, but never to you. It was as if the universe was rubbing it in your face that you didn’t have a chance with the man at all. “Then just fire me already,” you pout, eyes never tearing away from the blonde and black-haired cutie as he engages in a conversation with yet another girl, not even bothering to glance at you at all. “Here,” a stack of papers is dropped in front of you with a loud thud, “if you're gonna sit and stare at him, you might as well help with the catalogs too while you're at it.” he states, turning on his heel as he grabs his coat and bag. “Where are you going?” you straighten up from your hunched over position. Ignoring your question, he rifles through his coat pocket before fishing out a set of keys and tossing them to you. “Make sure you and Kazutora lock up after, ok?” and with that he makes his way out of the store, leaving the both of you alone. Or, per say, the three of you. It didn’t take you long to finish the paperwork Chifuyu dumped on you, leaving you with the opportunity to spend the rest of the day staring at Kazutora, who had long ago waved his persistent visitor goodbye as you got lost in your thoughts. The shop is soon filled with deafening silence, with the occasional shuffle of a broom or movement of a few boxes. As Kazutora finishes tidying the shop, he catches a glance of your stare, causing him to halt his actions as he fully turns his attention towards you. You wore a pout on your lips, eyebrows furrowed as you bore holes at him, holding your cheek in your hand. Furrowing his own brows, he makes his way toward you, stopping in front of the desk that stood in between the two of you. “Hey…y/n?” he softly calls, yet there was no response. Glancing down at your balled fist on the wooden surface of the counter, he hesitantly reaches a hand out to stroke your skin with his thumb, “y/n?” The sudden contact causes you to snap back to reality, eyes widening slightly as you come face to face with a familiar tiger tattoo. Looking up from where you sat, you see a concerned Kazutora towering over you, eyes fixated on your own. A blush creeps its way onto your face, and you're quick to retract your hand from his as you cover your face. Chuckling, Kazutora shakes his head, “You're too obvious when you stare y/n,” he teases, leaning over the desk as he inches his face closer to your own. “Pfft-me? Stare? I don't know what you mean!” You try to avoid his prying gaze, but failed miserably when he takes your chin between two fingers, forcing your face to meet his own before letting go. Standing up straight, he smiles, “If you want, how about you let me take you out? That way, you’ll be able to stare at me all you want and not get in trouble with our boss,” he offers. You couldn’t utter a word. Were you dreaming? You had to be. “y/n you don't have to-” “YES!” you shout standing up and hugging him over the desk. Chuckling once more, he wraps his arms around you, mentally noting to thank Chifuyu later.
“Hey y/n, I’ll be right back alright?” Nayoha voices, glancing at you before walking off to join the other division captains that were gathered in the center of the entrance of Musashi Shrine. “Yeah, no problem,” you nod in reply, watching as he walks off. “Hey y/n!” turning around, you see Souya sitting on the steps leading to the shrine, motioning for you to come over. Walking over to him, you take a seat next to him on the steps, following his gaze to where he watched Nahoya engage in the meeting that was being held. “What do you think they’re talking about?” you asked the blue-haired twin. Shrugging he says, “Beats me. Big bro doesn’t tell me much of what he hears in the division captain meetings, but it’s probably about the new gangs that are popping up in Shibuya.” Nodding at his statement, you turn to where your boyfriend stood, holding your head in your hands as you gaze at the pink-haired male. You couldn’t help but worry for him, as well as his brother. Ever since the events of the Bloody Halloween, you’ve been worried sick for the twins, but mainly Nahoya. He always puts you and his brother first before himself, and it scares you that he might end up getting into a fight that he might not be able to win. Just the thought of Nahoya getting hurt makes you frown and your heart ache, all of which didn’t go unnoticed by Souya. An hour later, the meeting between division captains was adjourned, while everyone went their separate ways, Nahoya makes his way back to where you sat alongside his brother. “Hm? What’s up with her?” he questions. Standing up, Souya glances at you before turning his full attention to his brother. “I think she might be worried.” Nahoya raises a brow, turning his gaze back to you. He stands in front of you before crouching down to meet your eye level. Reaching a hand out, he pinches your nose, wiggling it slightly in his grasp. This, no doubt, causes you to jump out of your thoughts as you quickly grab onto Nahoya’s arm. “H-hey! Nahoya, let go of my nose!” you whine, pouting as he lets go of your nose. “Quit frownin’ doll.” You stifle, before turning away from him, “Nahoya, I-” he doesn’t give you a chance to speak, silencing your lips with a quick kiss. He takes both of your hands, pulling you up to stand up with him and hold you in a warm embrace. “Everything is fine, so stop worrying.” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Ok,” you whisper, snaking your hands around his neck, pulling yourself closer to his chest. “By the way…,” pulling away, he cups your face to look at him, “if you’re going to stare at me, you should be more subtle about it.” Souya stifles a laugh from afar as you turn away in embarrassment. “Nahoya!” you whine, earning a giggle from your pink-haired partner.
Inupi always acted so serious around you, but would sometimes show you the soft side of him. When there were times you wanted him to be soft with you, you’d usually have to take matters into your own hands, even if it meant staring holes into your boyfriend while he worked. Inupi and Draken were working on a bike that wasn’t in the best of condition due to the lack of care its owner had for it, so it was as expected neither of them would be paying you much attention any time soon, especially your boyfriend. A frustrated sigh leaves Inupi’s lips as he wipes the sweat that had been collecting on his brow, “Hey Draken, you mind grabbing the screwdriver on the desk over there?” he asked, pointing to where you were seated at. Grunting, Draken moves from under the bike and makes his way over to you. Grabbing the tool, he pauses before looking down at you. You sat with your head down on your folded arms as you watched Inupi tinker underneath the bike, eyes glued to him and completely void from your own surroundings. To Draken, it was kinda creepy, but he also felt bad, knowing that Inupi barely talks with you, let alone spend much time with you due to his shyness and the fact he’s been put to work most of the time. Walking back to Inupi, he taps his leg with the tool, gaining the sweaty male’s attention. Motioning with his head toward you he says, “Go take a break, I got this.” Inupi knits his brows together, straightening up from his position and glancing from you back to his boss. “But-” “Go,” Draken interjects, while rolling up his sleeves, “you should go spend time with her, besides the bike will be here for another week if not longer, so take a break and go see about your girl.” he says, shooting a stern gaze to his stunned employee. Nodding, he quietly strode toward you, where you sat completely fixated from where he was. Guilt tugged at his heart strings as he saw your dozed state. Sighing, he takes a seat next to you before reaching a hand over to rub circles on your back. The soft contact was enough to startle you out of your daze, pulling you back into reality as you take aware of your surroundings once again. You turn to the side, eyes locking with your boyfriend’s as he softly grins at you. He trails his hand from your back to your cheek, using the back of his finger to caress the soft skin. “Hey..,” his voice is soft, not his usual flat tone, “I-um, I just-” you cut him off with a peck on the lips, smiling as red coats his pale cheeks. “No worries, I don’t mind.” You say, grinning as he huffs before cupping your own cheeks. “Babe?” You hum, a sign that you were listening. “If you're going to stare at me, could you do it at home and not at work?” he pleads, giving you a pointed look. “But-!” “No buts.”
“Are you an idiot or what?” Inupi mutters as he shoots a pointed look over to his distracted friend. Kokonoi hums as he continues to sift through the book he had picked up, “What is it now? If you're bored, then leave.” Huffing Inupi hits the dark-haired male on the shoulder, causing the book he was holding to fall out of his grasp with a loud thud echoing throughout the library. Kokonoi grits his teeth, slowly turning to look at his friend. “Inupi. What the fuck?” he growls, sending a glare of his own towards his seemingly stoic friend. “Is this how you treat y/n, too?” Furrowing his brows, Koko narrows his eyes at his friend, “What the hell are you on about?” “Are you dumb or something?” Inupi states flatly, gaze boring into Koko’s now seething ones. “She’s been staring at you ever since you dumped your head in that book.” At the mention of “she”, Koko turned around in his seat and was met with a pair of trained eyes on him. There you were sat at a table, bright e/c eyes fixated on him as your head rested on one hand. Kokonoi is quick to blush, feeling flattered at the fact that you were so focused on him. “You should go talk to her, you like her right?” Inupi asks, scanning his flustered friend. Clearing his throat, “w-what? But I-,” when Koko turned to look at his friend, he was met with nothing but an empty seat. Swallowing hard, he takes a deep breath before making his way over to your table. You were so lost in your trance that you hadn’t even realized you were face-to-face with your delinquent crush. Kokonoi glances from your soft lips to your eyes, scanning over your attractive features. He was so lost in his own trance of observation, he hadn’t realized he had reached a hand to tuck a strand of hair from your face. The small contact between the two of you pulls you both back to reality, leaving the both of you just as confused and flustered with each other in sight. “O-oh, hey Koko! Um..,” you pause searching your jogged brain for anything that could squash the sudden awkwardness between the two of you, “how long have you been at the library?” The question gains the attention of the stylish-looking male, almond-shaped eyes, holding your own. Leaning over he props his head on his hand, tilting his head to the side as a small smirk reaches his lips. “Long enough to see you staring,” he replies, the answer causing you to squirm in your seat as you look down at your fidgeting hands on the wooden surface. “You know,” he says, bringing a hand over your own, “maybe we can hang out here again? Just the two of us, so that way you can stare at me whenever you like instead of snooping around,” he breathes out, silently praying you’d agree. Shyly, you nod, squeezing his hand as you finally look back at him, “If that’s ok with you, then I’d really like that koko.” God, what did he deserve to finally have someone like you?
TR Boys x Bullied! Reader
Genre: Hurt to comfort
Characters: Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, and Baji
Warnings: cursing, bullying, insults, self-harm, mentions of blood
Reader is Gender Neutral
Request
A/N: heyyy luv! I apologize for the long wait of getting to your request. I hope you like it!
Mikey
“Hey! There they are!” one of the bullies said. The leader of the group waltzes up to you with a devious smirk plastered on her face. “Well, well, well,” he says looking you up and down in disdain, “if it isn’t the school’s freak!” she giggles as the rest of the group follows suit. “They’re always all alone, it’s no wonder why they don’t go out,” one of them chimed. Tears began to well in your eyes as the bullies continued their onslaught of insults spewed towards you. You try to push past them in hopes of trying to get out of the situation, only to be yanked by your backpack and thrown to the floor. Gritting your teeth, you reach out to get your backpack, only to have a foot stomp on your hand. You yelp, quick to retract your hand and look up at the scornful face of the girl. “How pathetic,” she spits, eyeing your crouched form on the ground, “I can’t believe Mikey is actually dating a freak like you.” Her words pierced your heart at the mention of your beloved boyfriend. “I bet he’s just doing it out of pity,” she jeers. “That’s not true!” you shout, your voice trembling as you try to defend the little dignity you had left, “he wouldn’t do that!” “Is that so?” she sneers, “No one would date a weirdo like you unless they were crazy!” That was the last thing she said before walking away with the rest of the group, leaving you full of tears and a sore hand. As you gathered your belongings, doubts began to rush through your mind as the bully’s words replayed in your head. Did he really date me out of pity? Am I that dull for someone like Mikey? When it was the end of the day, you walked past the school gates and was greeted by a familiar warm smile and the sound of a revving CB250T bike. “Hey babe! How was-” Mikey was cut off when he saw your bandaged hand and your tear streaked face. You greet him with a small nod, eyes averting his questioning ones as you silently mount his bike while mumbling, “Can we just go please?” He doesn’t press you as to what happened, only obeying your request to leave, thinking it would be best to talk to you when the both of you were alone. When he feels your arms around his waist, he speeds off onto the streets of tokyo. When you reach Musashi shrine, Mikey parks his bike and is quick to get off so he could help you off as well. But instead of taking his hand, you get off yourself while walking past him to the steps of the shrine without a word. He froze for a moment at your sudden coldness toward him, but he was quick to grab shoulder to stop you. “What the hell happened?” he asked, his seriousness was gentle as he spoke. You shook your head, “I don’t want to talk about it.” “You don’t have much of a choice y/n,” he turns you around, forcing you to meet his stern gaze. Finally, after holding back your tears and heartache, you broke down, gripping Mikey’s shirt as you gave in to him. Slowly, he wraps his arms around your waist while listening to your sobs. When you're done letting everything out, Mikey sits you down on the steps of the shrine with him and gently coaxes you into telling him what had happened. When you do tell him, he stays silent while giving you his full attention, not bothering to ask questions, but just to listen to what you had to say. When you're finished, there’s nothing but a heavy silence between you two until he finally says, “Is that all?” you nod timidly, looking down to the ground as you fidget with your hands. Mikey takes your hands in his own, “Do you wanna know the reason why I’m dating you?” You sniff, using your sleeve to wipe your eyes, “Why?” you croak. He gently cupped your cheek, “Because being around you gives me so much peace of mind. It’s like…the sun shines so much brighter when I’m with you,” he says, his soft voice matching with the strokes of his thumb against your tear-stained cheek. “y/n, don’t listen to what those people have to say because no matter what I’ll always love you.” “Introvert tendencies and all?” you whisper, hopeful eyes searching for his own. He chuckles, “Introvert tendencies and all,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Draken
“Hey, y/n?” you stopped skipping and turned on your heel to face your boyfriend. “Yes, ken?” “Is-” he pauses, eyes softening at your questioning stare, “is there anything you need to tell me?” he breathes out, shoving his hands in his pockets. Your heart skips a beat, and your ears begin to ring. You were thankful to have such a caring, attentive boyfriend who could sense if something was wrong, but at the same time you cursed at how quick he could pick up on your mood, since you were never the type to take confrontation so easily. “Hmmm, no. Why do you ask?” He walks up to you, frowning slightly as he knits his brows together, studying your features before prying further. “Nothing happened at school?” he questions, watching as you chew on your lip, looking away from him, “Anyone bothering you?” His questions hang heavy on your shoulders as you try to think of a way to change the subject, but nothing comes to mind. At the moment, you basically chewed your lip off raw, tortuous images flashing across your mind as you remembered what your rude, rival classmate had said to you before leaving school with Draken. “C’mon, be for real y/n. A guy like him wouldn’t date someone who can barely handle being around people. You’d just be a burden around him!” fresh tears began to streak down your cheeks as the few sentences settled at the pit in your stomach. “y/n?” Draken takes hold of your face, eyes concerned as he watches you slowly breakdown. “Ken…,” you whimper, sniffling as you choke out words between sobs, “Do you really love me?” Draken’s frown deepens as he listens to your small whimpers. Seeing you in tears broke his heart, and the worst of it all, someone made his poor angel cry. “What kind of question is that?” he wipes your tears with the pads of his thumbs, sighing as he cradles your body into a warm embrace, “Of course I love you. More than you know,” he whispers, gently running a calloused hand through your hair.
Mitsuya
It has been twenty minutes since Mitsuya has sat you down across from him, but to you it feels like a lifetime has passed by. He’s been eyeing you down, not in a bad way, but in the “you’re hiding something from me and I need to know '' kind of way. Meanwhile, you’ve been chewing on your lip and fidgeting with your fingers behind your back to the point where your hands began to cramp. It was as if you were a child about to get scolded by their mother for something they did. And knowing your motherly-natured boyfriend, the two of you would be sitting there for hours until you finally tell him what’s been bugging you. He knew your weakness and as much as you hated to admit it, you’d have to say something to him sooner, otherwise you’d surely die from the awkward tension. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or do I have to force it out of you like this?” He asks. You grimaced at the thought, your fidgeting quickly escalating to itching your covered wrists as you slightly draw blood from your bruised lips. Tasting the bitter taste of chopper, you swallow thickly as you struggle to face Mitsuya’s prying gaze. “ Nothings wrong,” You mumbled, wincing slightly as you felt the sting from the scratch marks left on your hands. The last thing you wanted was to burden him with your problems at school and have him confront the people responsible for bothering you. You hated confrontation. Just like what he was doing right now. “Something is wrong,” he whispers to himself, taking your hidden hands into his own, glaring at the self-made marks on your delicate hands. “When you’re nervous or scared, you fidget with your hands, even if it hurts you,” he voices. “y/n, who’s picking on you?” he grunts, eyes focused on your scratch-covered hands and wrists as he gently runs his hands over them. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. Why was he so perfect? Why did he have to be such a caring person? How did you catch his eye? All questions were answered with a kiss on your hands and a kind smile being gifted to your teary-eyed gaze. “Don’t cry. I’ll make sure they don’t bother you anymore.” He leans over you, pressing feathery kisses to the salty drops that fall from your eyes. “You knew?” He hums, pulling away to caress your damp cheek. “I always knew. Draken told me. But, I knew you didn’t want me to get involved because you wanted to handle it on your own,” he says, “but when it was getting out of hand, I couldn’t help but ask you about it.” You could feel your heart clench at his truthful words and his concerns. “Mitsuya, I-” “Don’t apologize,” he grins, silencing you with a sweet kiss to your lips, “it's good that you want to handle confrontation on your own. But start out small, like asking your boyfriend for help,” he teases, earning a small smile from you. “Ok.” Smiling himself, he kisses you once more.
Baji
“Baji-san!” Chifuyu calls from down the hallway. Baji sighs, turning around to face his concerned friend. “Chifuyu, what the fuck did you do now? It’s my lunch-” “I think something bad is happening to y/n-san,” he gasps, hunching over to catch his breath after running up god knows how many stairs. At the mention of his s/o, Baji is quick to question him, forgetting all about eating his yakisoba lunch. “What happened?” His voice is dark and cold, his whole aura changing in a split second as he imagines all the things he’d do to the people who’d dare even think about hurting his s/o. It’s one thing to mess with a member of his division, let alone a friend of his, but by god Baji would give someone a one way ticket to hell if he heard someone harmed his s/o. Noticing the change in Baji’s tone, the vice division captain straightens up, realizing Baji wasn’t taking any shit at the moment. “I heard a group of y/n-san’s classmates hurting her. I think…I think they’ve been bullying her.” “Where,” he growls, fists balling at his sides as he does his best not to lose his temper. When he finds out everything, all hell breaks loose. His ears were ringing, his blood boiling, his mind going blank with rage as he made his way to your classroom. When he gets inside, he sees you cornered at the back of the classroom with three guys surrounding you. “Are you seriously dating the Baji Keisuke? The first division captain of Toman? What a joke!” one sneers, towering over you with a menacing glare. “A guy like him doesn’t date weak nuisances like you,” another spat. You don’t say anything, too scared to fight back against their insults and dirty looks.“Hey…,” the one in the middle growls, taking a closer step toward you as he reaches out and grips the collar of your shirt, “we’re talking to you. You think you’re all tough, huh?!” he raises his hand, bringing down to your face. Preparing what’s to come you turn your head away, waiting for the pain to bear down on you once more, but instead, nothing comes. Screams and cries of pain filled your ears. The grip on your shirt was loosened. Peaking an eye out, you see all three bullies beaten and bloodied, while a familiar long-haired boy stands in front of you, eyes flashing red with cooling rage with bruised knuckles dabbled in blood. “B-baji?” you squeak, swallowing thickly as your long-haired lover turns to face your shaking form. He’s quick to tower over you, expressionless as he locks his jaw. Before you could blink, you end up in a bone-crushing hug as he mumbles a spew of apologies and scoldings your way. “Jesus, thank god you’re alright. I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me something? What would’ve happened if Chifuyu didn’t tell me you were getting bullied? Would you have let them try to hit you again?” While Baji was caught in his worries, you couldn’t help the smile curling on your lips as you listened to the fearsome member of Toman turn soft in your presence. However, you couldn’t fight the guilt punching you in your stomach. “Sorry Kei, I just…didn’t want you to think I was weak. I-I wanted to handle things sooner but-,” when you try to meet his gaze, he pushes your head into his chest, muffling your words. “Don’t say dumb shit like that, idiot,” he mutters, his grip on you growing tighter, “if you need help then ask. Don’t be a dumbass like Chifuyu. Besides, I’m your boyfriend. It’s my job to protect you. So let me do my damn job.” he sighs, nuzzling his cheek against your hair. “O-ok, but um…Baji?” “Hm?” “Could you, maybe loosen up a bit? I can’t breathe,” you groan, taking in a breath of air as Baji loosens his hold on you. “Ah~gomen babe,” he says sheepishly, a small blush tinting his cheeks. Giggling, you peck his cheek, “Of course, Keisuke.”
Tagged: @hakkai-anon
forget-me-nots
Based on request here
Genre: Angst, Angst and no comfort
Bonten Sanzu x Traitor!Reader
Warnings: Mentions/suggestions of drugs, mentions/suggestions of usage of drugs, suggestions/mentions of death, mentions/suggestions of blood, injury, cursing, trauma, scars, reader dies, torture, weapons, angst
Sanzu sighs, walking over to your quivering form on the bloody floor of your apartment. How pathetic. “Now Doll~” he hums, crouching to meet you at your eye-level, bloody katana in hand, “you know the rules. So there’s no point in cryin’ now.''
True. You did know. You knew what would happen the moment you even thought about betraying Bonten. About betraying Mikey, and the consequences that would follow after doing so.
Slowly, the tip of the blade grazes your arms, now burning and stinging. The pungent odor of copper and flesh fills your once, comforting home, a smell that was absolutely intoxicating to the crazed man in front of you. You were too weak to try to fight back anymore. Your body was growing numb and losing feeling. Everything around you was slowly becoming nothing but a blur and it was getting harder to stay awake for much longer.
“S-sanzu,” you whimper, “please,” you hiccup, “I didn’t have a choice…they were gonna hurt you,” you whimpered, fresh drops of salty tears running down your cracked face and into your bleeding cuts.
He scoffs, “You idiot. You still don’t get it?”
His once amused and bright, blue eyes instantly turn as cold as ice as he casts a contorted look of disgust and disappointment, “It doesn’t matter what happens to me…or to anyone else. All that matters is the king. I thought I had made that clear to you when you first started working for me.” he sighs, pushing off his knees to stand on his feet.
“That’s right…,” you murmur to yourself, slumping against the floor as you give in to the fatigue washing over you, “I did break the rules, I betrayed Mikey, I put the whole organization at risk and that makes me a liability. But, for the most part, it was certainly worth my life.”
Your eyes were void of its usual glint of life and your body grew completely numb and cold. You rest your head against the hardened wall, now staring up at the last person’s face you’ll ever see. “I’m glad that I met you, you know.”
Sanzu quirks a brow, “You're on the verge of dying and yet you have the nerve to say you were glad to have met me? I’m gonna kill you soon.”
You chuckle, shaking your head, “I’d rather it be you than anyone else.”
Despite his cold words and his familiar unreadable poker face, you could tell that something was holding him back from killing you. Or maybe you were just hoping he’d take pity on you. Either way, you were content with what was to come.
You turned your head to watch the pendulum of the wooden clock stored in the small corner of your apartment. You close your eyes, honing in the sound of the miniscule tics counting down the last few moments of your life.
Dying with regrets was way worse than dying itself.
The grim sound of midnight struck, and finally, it was time. You slightly peek an eye out, fluttering your half-lidded eyes as you watch Sanzu put on his black leather gloves.
“Any last words?” His voice was unusually soft, almost calm. It was as if he was getting ready to say goodbye.
You grinned, “That’s awfully generous of you.”
“Don’t make me change my mind.”
Your boss was never one to go back on his word. Even if he was about to kill someone. He was honest, and surprisingly, quite fair.
You couldn’t help but feel pity for him. How lonely he must be.
“Please take better care of yourself in the future and remember to water the flowers,” you smiled up at him one last time, “and if you ever want to talk…just remember I’m always here.”
And that was all.
The little twisted voice laughed and shouted in his head, mocking I told you so!
He knew it was going to happen eventually. He always knew that at some point, he’d be forced to end your life, just like the rest of the traitors murdered by his hand.
High or not, Sanzu could sniff a rat a mile away. That’s what he was good at. What he was trained to do. What he was made for. And, like all the other poor souls that thought they could get away with such treachery, you had met your gruesome demise by his hands. But, despite your actions, he still held a sincerity towards you, even after he had murdered you. Sanzu sighs, throwing his head back against the leather headrest of his office chair.
It’s been a day since your death. Most of the executives of Bonten knew what had happened, but didn’t care much, seeing how Sanzu had gone through more than just a few of his assistants. Everyone just went about their day as usual. Business was business.
Yet, the pink-haired man seemed more distant than usual, which wasn’t missed by his boss.
“Sanzu pay attention.” Mikey’s hardened voice warned.
No matter what he did, his mind was constantly occupied by you.
The things you would do on a normal day, the conversations he had with you on break, even the small things about you, he remembers it all.
And it was fucking bugging him.
His head was pounding at the thought of you. The dead traitor he justifiably murdered in order to preserve the existence of Bonten.
He runs his hands down his face, scooting up to his desk to finish the rest of the paperwork he needed to finish. Picking up some papers, he squints to read some of the fine prints, only to slam them back down on the dark wooden surface.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
He glances at the left side of his workspace, studying the small flower pot of tiny blue and yellow flowers.
“Don’t forget to water the flowers.”
That’s right. You had given him those flowers not too long ago. You were so happy when you did, as if you had poured your heart into the gift itself.
He stares at it, as if it were you staring right back at him with that same bright smile of yours.
Sanzu’s fists were balled up until his knuckles showed white, his jaw locked as he glared at the pot. He gets up, grabbing the flowers and chucking them across his office.
I need to forget.
He seats himself back in his chair before hastily digging for the drugs he had kept stored in his office drawer. His hands were shaking before even sniffing the damn stuff.
Why was he shaking? He didn’t know. All he wanted was to forget everything. Forget what he did. Forget you.
He’s quick to dump the powdery contents on his desk, not caring about wasting it. Separating a good amount into four thin lines, he quickly inhales each line, one by one, ignoring the burning fumes of his nose as he finishes most of the contents.
Soon, the familiar rush of adrenaline and the blurriness of his surroundings are present to his now disoriented senses. His mind was groggy, his heartbeat drumming in his ears as he slowly fell unconscious, succumbing to the peaceful darkness of his clouded mind.
I need to forget.
Leaning back into his chair, he relaxes, letting all the tension melt away as his eyes flutter shut, letting the drugs take effect, letting his mind wander back to the past. The past with you, that is.
The first day you had been assigned to him, he thought he’d be through with you in less than a week. But, boy, was he wrong. You were different from the rest of the female workers in Bonten. You didn’t care for money, or fame, or power. Hell, you didn’t even care for sex nor spending time with the other Bonten members.
But, the one thing you did care about was him.
Every morning you would bring Sanzu his usual bitter hazelnut brewed cup of coffee while greeting him with a sickly sweet smile, and in turn, he would return it with the edges of his diamond shaped scarred lips upturned into a small toothy grin followed by his cheesy earl morning greeting, “mornin’ doll~”. It took him a while to warm up to, but you certainly grew on him. Just a bit.
What was more puzzling to him, was your caring and kind nature towards him, despite the knowledge of what he did and the things he’s done.
Whenever he was high out of his mind and curled up on his office chair, you’d always be there to watch over him and do any remaining reports he had long forgotten after seeking solace in the various substances he would carry around in his suit pockets.
Or when he would argue with the Haitani brothers, you’d always take his side, even if he was wrong or just spouting nonsense. Deep down, Sanzu could tell that you had a knack for reading people. For reading him. After all, you were around him most of the time, especially when he would mumble random shit when he was high and asleep.
When he was hurt after coming back from his usual hazardous missions, you were always waiting for him in his office late at night with a first aid kit in hand to patch him up.
When he spent his restless nights drinking his soul away in an old bar, you would sit with him until he passed out cold so you could take him back to your place to sober up.
It was almost ironic how both of you acted so similar, yet so different. It was like you had your own sixth sense that was built into you just so you could take care of the troubled man you’d grown to be fond of. Just like how he had his own to protect Mikey at all costs.
“Why the hell are you around me all the damn time? I don’t pay you to be my caretaker.” he huffs, glaring at you from across from him as you stitch up a cut he had earned not too long ago.
You giggled at his usual gruff behavior, “I thought it was obvious haru,” you grin, the nickname music to the wounded man’s ears as he fights back a smile, forcing out a frown of displeasure.
“I wouldn’t be asking if I knew. And quite calling me that. It’s ‘boss’ to you.” you smiled.
“All right, I’m done!” getting up, you place the medical kit back to where it belongs in the office.
Sanzu groans as he gets up, his body aching all over. Rolling his neck, he turns around, meeting your bright e/c shining eyes.
He narrows his eyes, “What?”
You hummed, “I have something for you.”
“And?” he asks, folding his arms.
You grinned, presenting a small brown garden pot, with small, bright blue flowers. You walk towards the tall man, gently taking his hands one by one to hold the pot. “They’re called ‘forget-me-nots’. I heard they bring luck and protection, so I thought I would stop by the flower shop to buy you some.”
He nods absentmindedly, “You certainly did your homework on a bunch of useless plants.”
Your smile slowly faded, dejected at his words.
“But you’ve missed a couple things.”
You pipe up at his sudden interest, eyes blinking owlishly, “I…did?”
He hums, holding the pot higher to get a better look at the flowers, “It isn’t just a symbol for protection and luck, it also symbolizes true love. The plant has a story of origin, you know.”
Sanzu waltzes over to his desk, gently placing the pot on the corner of his desk and leaning against the opposite side of it.
“The origin of these flowers were based in Germany. The whole name itself was German. The fable behind them starts off with a couple walking near the Danube River and they had came across these bright blue flowers. The man goes to get the flowers for the woman, but in doing so, the flowers were dropped and swept away by the river and in the end tells her that he should never forget him, which is how the flowers got the name ‘forget-me-nots.’ ”
He smirks at your shocked and slightly flushed expression. “I see…then, perhaps I made the wrong choice in flowers?”
“Not at all. I think it conveys quite a message.” he muses. His gaze continues to hold your own.
“I don’t suppose you happen to try to express more than just concern for my safety?” he asked.
You cleared your throat. “As a matter of fact, you're right.”
“And?”
You sigh, cheeks growing warmer as you look to the ground. “I love you Sanzu.”
He already knew that, but he just wanted to hear you say it. He hums pushing off the desk, walking over to where you stood. He brings a hand to tilt your head up to meet his gaze, “That’s quite the statement doll.” He leans over, lips hovering over your own, “Do you wanna know why I keep you around?”
“Why?”
He grins, “It’s cuz’ I love you too.”
Sanzu’s eyes are blown wide, his grip tightening on his chair as he gasps for hair. He was covered in cold sweat. His hair was disheveled, and his hands were trembling.
Why can’t I forget?
He knew why. God he wished he didn’t, but he knew.
It’s because, for the first time in his life, he had truly loved someone who loved him back, and because of him he wouldn’t be able to take your love back anymore. He wouldn’t be able to take back what he did.
“Sanzu?” you whispered, your honied voice catching the attention of the pink-haired man.
“What is it?” he sighs, not paying you any attention as he squints to read what was on the packet of documents he was looking over.
You smiled, “Don’t forget me.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “What?”
“I promise to never forget you, so promise me the same, ok?”
He looked up, staring for a brief moment in bewilderment, before pulling over his cold exterior.
“You mind if I talk with you later doll? Kinda busy right now,” he says gruffly, turning back to the documents scattered across his desk. You chuckled, bowing before exiting his office.
Glancing back to the pot of flowers on his desk, he says “I promise, I’ll never forget you.”
Mystery Girl
A/N: hello my luvs! I am happy to say that I am finally back. I had decided to take a break from writing due to school being a bit overwhelming, but overtime I have come up with a lot of new stuff to share with you all! And for now, I'll continue to deliver current and future requests sitting in my mail cause i love doing those for ya'll so, by all means, enjoy!
Genre: Fluff, slight crack
Rindou x Reader
Everyone could agree that Tenjiku, along with its four heavenly kings, were made of the strongest and, quite literally, the most brutal gangsters of the S-62 generation. However, within the gang, everyone could only see each other as nothing more than a bunch of idiotic misfits.
For example, in the eyes of their fellow gang members, the Haitani brothers may be the supreme rulers of roppongi, but deep down they were just two siblings who got on each other's nerves and made it everyone else’s problem.
It was no secret that the older Haitani was a menace to his little brother and took every opportunity he had to tease Rindou. At first, it was annoying, but over time, it was like daily entertainment for Tenjiku to watch the two brothers bicker.
Today was no different.
Rindou was peacefully slouching along one of the beat up couches of their dingy warehouse hideout, eyes glued to his phone, while Ran stared holes into the back of his brother’s blonde and blue locks. The silent question bubbling in his mind: what is he doing so long on his phone?
This matter particularly disturbed the Haitani, since his brother was less of a socialite, especially when it came to social media. Yet, here he was, messages open, while texting an unknown individual that HE didn’t know about? This was indeed quite odd.
“Rindou,” he calls.
No answer, just the sound of his thumbs tapping against the device’s screen.
Huffing, he calls once more, “Rindouuu.” Still nothing.
“What could he be so fixated on?” Kakucho voices next to the older Haitani.
“I don’t know, but I don’t like how this person is getting all this attention from my little brother.”
That’s when the lightbulb goes off, sparking an idea from the older brother’s mind, his signature mischievous smile spreading on his lips. Sighing in pity, all Kakucho could do was watch as Ran carried out his usual wicked deeds towards his little brother.
One swipe was all it took to snatch Rindou’s phone from his hands, which he quickly responds with an empty grasp of air.
“What the fuck Ran?!”
Ran ignores his sibling as he takes a closer look at his current messages to the unknown stranger. He gasps, and there’s a temporary silence that swells in the air.
“Who is it from?” Izana questions, turning everyone’s curiosity to the brothers.
“R-ran, give it back dammit!” Rindou growls, trying to land a hit on his brother but failing miserably.
Squinting at the bright screen, he takes a moment to register the conversation. His eyes widened,“It’s…”
Izana raises a brow “It’s?”
Ran clears his throat, “….it’s from…a girl?”
The gang was silent, mildly in shock, as they turned to the currently blushing dual-colored younger brother.
“Wait Rindou…,” Mochi voices, breaking the intense silence, “since when do you talk to girls?” he questions.
“Damn straight!” Ran says. “And more importantly, why didn’t you tell your dear big bro?” he whines, throwing a puppy look in his direction.
“Cause’ it's none of your damn business!” Rindou groans, snatching his phone back from his menacing brother’s clutches.
“I always thought the dude was more on the other side of the fence…if you catch my drift,” Shion says in wonder, while Mucho nods in agreement as he glances at Sanzu.
“I AM NOT GAY!” Rindou shouts, heat growing to his cheeks. “And even if I was, I would rather take the information to my grave than tell any of you idiots.”
“That’s rather offensive Rindou.” Kakucho frowns, folding his arms and shooting him a pointed look. “We may have our differences, but we’re a gang. Comrades, actually. You could’ve at least said something.”
“What he said,” Ran interjects, throwing a thumb over to Kakucho beside him.
“So who is it you are talking to that has your undivided attention,” questioned Izana.
Ah, the big question.
Everyone stares, waiting for an answer from Rindou.
He sighs dejectedly as his shoulders slump.
“You know what…you guys already know too much anyway so I might as well…” pinching the bridge of his nose, he breathes in deeply. “She’s my girlfriend.”
Safe to say everyone was completely dumbfounded by the news.
Especially Ran.
“OH THE HORROR,” he cries dramatically, hand clutching his over his heart as he raises a hand over his head.
“Well…that was…unexpected.” Mutters Kakucho.
“Didn’t think he had it in him.” Mochi shrugs.
Just as fast as the comments swirled, so did the questions as well.
“So…what’s she like?” Shion asks.
Now everyone had huddled around the couch where Rindou had seated himself back on, as he continued to text you.
“An angel from heaven,” he quickly slaps a hand on his mouth.
“Gross.” Shion sticks out his tongue.
“You really are smitten huh?” Ran quips, grinning like a fool.
“Please, shut up.”
Bzzz!
y/n: you mind if I drop by? I wanna see you before I go home.
Rindou smiles.
Rindou: Sure babe, I’m at the hideout. I’d like to introduce you to the gang if that’s all right?
y/n: sure! On my way <333
“She’ll be here soon, so stop asking me about her already. You guys are annoying,” Rindou shoots glares at everyone before going back to staring at his phone.
“Rin rin? Are you here?” you called out sweetly, voice reverberating throughout the rusty walls of the warehouse.
Everyone pipes up at the new voice, with Rindou being the first to greet you with open arms and softness in his smile. You run towards him, crashing against him as your arms immediately encircle around his waist, burying your face into the warmth of his tenjiku uniform.
“Rin! I’ve missed you!”
“I’ve missed you too bubs,” he mumbles in your hair, planting a kiss on your crown.
“ ‘Bubs’?! Rindou what the fuck type of lovey dovey shit are you on dude?!” Shion cackles from behind.
However, it isn’t long before he is face-to-face with you, slack jawed at your beautiful appearance.
Before he could even hit you with one of his newest pick up lines, he immediately hits the ground, face smooshed into the harsh, dirt floor with an imprint of fist on his exposed cheek.
Meanwhile, you stood above him, your once soft gaze now darkened with a menacing aura surrounding you.
“Don’t you dare talk shit about my boyfriend you prick. You got something to say, you say it to my fuckin’ face.”
The sudden change in attitude was one thing, but having the ability to knock out Shion was different. Especially a girl.
“Did she just…knock out Shion?”
“Way to state the obvious Kakucho.” Izana mocks, grinning at the misfortune of an unconscious Shion.
“Rindou, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DUDE!”
Ran gasps, pointing an accusing finger at his little brother. “She’s beautiful AND can fight?”
“At least she isn’t like his previous relationships where he ends up getting used or dumped.”
The blatant statement wasn’t too far off either. Ever since Mucho had joined Tenjiku, he had taken notice to Rindou’s frequent change in women overtime in the gang.
Shrugging, he ignores the whole scene while continuing his game of shogi with Sanzu.
“Alright, enough you guys!” Rindou sighs, walking over to you and embracing you from behind.
“Sweetheart, please don’t worry about them, this is normal. No need to get upset,” he whispers, kissing the shell of your ear. You pout, turning to face your boyfriend. “Rindou, if I were you, I’d beat their asses, but since it’s fine with you then it’s fine with me.”
Nodding, Rindou kisses you on the forehead, smiling sweetly. “Thanks beautiful.”
“You two mind go getting a room, because I can’t stand that new couple shit. Makes me nauseous.” Mochi groans.
“Agreed,” everyone said in unison.
Aaah Mitsuya my love ♡
Looking At Me
Prompt: Tokyo Revengers boys caught you staring at them
Genre: fluff, sickly romantic?
Warnings: None except for y/n being a slight pervert in Mitsuya’s part sorry not sorry
Characters Includes: Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji, Mitsuya
A/N: heyyy luvs, I’m back in the saddle lol. Just wanted to share some 3 AM thoughts that I had wrote up! I’m considering making more parts of this cuz this had me running LAPS 🫠, feel free to tell me what you think! Also, thank you all so much for the appreciation of my posts, you all are the best, enjoy!
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