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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. ⁰⁰²

✑ GENRE: slowburn. angst. nsfw 18+.

✑ WARNING: explicit language. mature themes. topics of violence and murder. sexual tension. reader is an executive. other bonten stuff. strictly mdni.

✑ SUMMARY: tension fills the air as they get to know a lil’ bit of what you have in your closet.

(📂) ⇢ masterlist. 〡 (📂) ⇢ next chapter.

CHAPTER TWO | ALL EYES ON YOU.

“I’m working, Ran.”

The process of immersing yourself to focus and finishing the documents while listening to the sexual bliss next door was least to say, extremely difficult on your part. It had you on the edge, pain shooting to your temple as you explored various ways you could use to block out the noise from outside, desperately wanting to accomplish all of the necessary paperwork so you could quickly escape as soon as possible from the infernal abyss of the headquarters; but to no avail, the executives made it clear that they were horny enough to never give you a break.

They’ve been on it for five straight hours. Yes, five constant hours of nonstop fucking. It was only until seven o’clock in the evening that they had stopped and you were able to breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Please. Just this time, angel. Order for us, hm?”

“How ‘bout try calling the resto now instead of wasting your time on me?” you huffed, though couldn’t deny the fingers that were already pressed on the landline to order a set of toothsome delicacies from a five-star restaurant. “And would you mind the petname? Please, I’m not one to praising.”

“Degratory type?” you weren’t there to see the older Haitani, but you could almost tell he was smirking from the other line. “Didn’t know you were that. . . kinky.”

“Shut up. Tell Koko I’m charging the payment on his debit. Bye.”

Stretching your arms, you closed Kakucho’s computer after saving all the files and arranging the papers in their respective drawers. Tomorrow, he should be able to set them all good for Mikey to sign for the opening of the new bar in the Red Light District in Shinjuku.

“Peluda,” you called, your Foldie Cat quickly making his way down the leather sofa as he ran towards your arms, its paws leaping into your limbs. Clicking the door locked, you trudge to the office belonging to the rosette, deciding to pay them a little visit. The noise had subsided. Safe to say, they're probably fixing themselves or taking care of Himari in some way right now.

Well, at least that's what you think so until your hands clicked the door open.

"Could've at least clean the woman."

A frown managed to find its way to your lips as you witnessed Himari Ukishima passed out of the sofa, her legs still spread out as you noticed some cum dripping in between her plush thighs. Sighing, you plopped Peluda to Kakucho’s lap, taking some wipes from Sanzu's washroom as you tended the woman, crouching down a little as you thoroughly cleaned all of the white substance from her body. Yes, you wiped their cum, and as disgusting as it may seem, you don't mind as long as the woman recovers to her decent and pristine self.

This is the least thing you could do to her despite threatening her life as some sort of weakness for Bonten all the time.

“He’s fucking scared.” Sanzu laughed his ass off when his emerald eyes caught sight of your cat, forefinger pointing at Peluda who kept crawling back to Kakucho’s arms even though there weren’t any space left aside from his toned stomach. “Hundred bucks, he’ll piss on Kakucho’s pants.”

Taking the tissue mixed with their orgasm, you didn’t hesitate to throw it towards the rosette’s direction, smacking it right to his face.

“Stop bullying my cat.”

Kokonoi silently chuckle to himself.

“Fuck, that’s nasty.”

“Goddamnit, [Name].” Sanzu snarled, hastily heading to his own lavatory to wash his face.

“Where’s her underwear?” you asked, getting up to your feet to eye each executive.

Rindou, who was still half-naked in his slacks, shrugged.

“Somewhere in the room, I guess.” he muttered, sparing a glance on your figure before returning his gaze on his phone. “I wouldn’t bother finding it, though. Brother tore it apart.”

Ran, who noticed your frown upon hearing Rindou’s words, winked at you.

“Sorry, babe.”

You sighed, not like you expect anything.

“Just get the damn food when it comes, alright.”

With a click of your tounge, you turned to leave the room with the decision to momentarily lend the woman some of your branded apparels from your respective office. Yes, you have your own garments set in a mini wardrobe at work, and that's because you have learnt your lesson when Mikey overworked your duty several times to the point where you were too fatigued to go into your shared condominium for the night.

“Holy shit,” Ran whispered when his amethyst orbs caught sight of the lingerie set on your grasp, eyes slightly widening from interest.

Hearing the sudden fuss from the older Haitani, the rest of the executives turned to look at you and the garment on your hands, their lips partening a little upon the sight that welcomed them. A shiver run down their spine, their mouth kind of becoming dry when you fully displayed the set on the sofa. Now, this is not what they expected from you. Definitely not in a million years would they imagine that you were into ivory set of lingerie partnered with frilly v-string floral motifs. No. It was because you were a damned woman who carries a Glock all the time, that it never crossed their mind that you wore the kind of lingerie that only angels would wear.

“Someone must have gifted that to her or something.” Rindou shook his head, breathing out in order to calm his nerves.

Ran jumped out of his seat in order to clutch the bralette in his hands, his finger feeling the soft fabric that sends tingle throughout his body. “Fuck. ‘tis your size?”

You hastily stole your garment from his grasp, rolling your eyes. “Would you mind?”

Disregarding Ran’s attempt on bothering you with his unnecessary questions, you began covering the woman with your set of underwear. Since the bralette wasn’t exactly her size, you decided to adjust and tighten the straps on her back. You can feel everyone’s eyes as you do your thing to their fucked-up princess, hence, you shot them a look. Wondering what’s with them watching your moves. It’s not like you’ll do something that will harm the woman when it was clear as they day you’re lending her a hand.

“‘S there something on my face?”

Kakucho cleared his throat, diverting his attention to your cat upon catching your scrutinizing gaze. He didn’t even realized he was looking until his focus snapped. Same goes to Kokonoi who was giving you that look again, he only sighed and stood up upon hearing the door knock. Probably their food.

“I definitely missed something,” Sanzu voiced out, eyes suspecting the weird atmosphere and the way Rindou’s eyes were lingering on you. That guy wasn’t one to look at you for more the five seconds so this tells him something was up. Especially the way your eyes wander to the four men in the room. Ran was even going as far as avoiding your eyes which was weird because that man is one to never be embarrassed in front of a woman, even if it was you, whom he could not really project as a woman. “What the fuck is up?”

“Nothin’“ you sighed, standing up from your crouching position. “You have some shirt on your wardrobe?”

“Why?”

You pointed to the woman laying on his couch.

Sanzu scrunched his nose, disliking the idea of lending his expensive clothing to the woman he fucked.

“Don’t you have yours?”

Ran genuinely asked, wondering if there are other things left in your closet that will leave them astonished, at the same time curious.

“I don’t. I just wore them yesterday, had them in the laundry.” you shrugged, now fixed on getting a shirt from Sanzu’s closet who sensed what you were going to do as he instantly hurried and blocked his body in front of you.

You felt a ticked mark on your forehead as you argue with the rosette. He was adamant of not lending his clothes which made you kicked his kneecaps. “Fucking asshole. Can’t even bother lending a shirt to the woman you fucked up?” you spat, grabbing a white cotton shirt. “That’s the least you can do after fucking her for hours.”

“Shut up,” Sanzu gritted his teeth. It was because it was a worthless woman he only fucked for fun that he didn’t want to lend anything related to the fruits of his hardwork. “You’re paying that shit to me.”

You only scoffed as you dressed the woman. It’s only a shirt, what’s he whining for?

“Whatever.”

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cienfleurx · 3 months

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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. ⁰⁰¹

✑ GENRE: slowburn. angst. nsfw 18+.

✑ WARNING: explicit language. mature themes. topics of violence and murder. stockholm syndrome (not the reader). sexual tension if you squint. reader is an executive. other bonten stuff. strictly mdni.

✑ SYNOPSIS: platonic love is a type of love that is neither sexual nor romantic; something that the executives have been feeling towards you for the past few years - or so they would like to believe.

(📂) ⇢ masterlist. 〡 (📂) ⇢ next chapter.

CHAPTER ONE | PLATONIC LOVE.

“No, because I’m gonna kill your fucking whore if you don’t give him to me!”

First thing in the morning and it was already a mess.

“Let’s just hope Boss gets here early.” one of the them muttered, as they heard another gunshot followed by the sound of what was most likely an ancient vase shattering. Poor Takeomi, he'll be furious to see his million-dollar vase broken into pieces by the four executives wreaking havoc on the first-floor corridors.

The majority of the personnel in the lobby couldn't help but sigh as they witnessed the present predicament occurring at the headquarters. It was just another day, another round of chaos from the foolish executives who had been attempting to murder each other for the nth time in the preceding years. Supposedly, these individuals were the said top dogs of the syndicate, but seeing all of this happen before their very own eyes had them doubting at the back of their mind, but not to the point of questioning their position as higher-ups.

The reason? Peluda, your Foldie Cat, had been kidnapped by the Bonten Trio yet again, as you chased their tails with a loaded Glock; a sight that did not even surprise them anymore.

“You.” the receptionist flinched when all of a sudden, you called for his attention, his Adams apple bobbing from your nerve-wrecking presence. You darted a glare at him as you motioned your head. “Get that fucking woman here. I’ll sample that son of a bitch why he should never mess with me.”

Sanzu came to a halt as he heard the command. Ran and Rindou, who had been tossing the Foldie Cat back and forth, are in the same boat. His emerald eyes fixated at the receptionist, glowering at his trembling frame when he caught sight of his movement ready to leave as if he was about to heed the woman's order.

“Don’t you dare.”

“You heard me.” you taunted the man, heading towards him with the cold metallic weapon in your grip. “I’ll bury a bullet on your head if you hesitate once more.”

“Goddamn chill, woman. Mikey will be furious if you touch Himari.” Ran tried to alleviate the tension, but you only shot him a look, positioning the pistol towards his direction.

“Shit wouldn’t happen if you just give him back to me.” you spat.

Rindou rolled his eyes, plopping down the fluffy cat on the floor as its furry self rushed towards you, its paws trotting fast away from the devils that made him undergone the worst traumatic experience so far in order to rest in your arms, its quivering figure calming down a little when you stroke the base of its ears. “Okay, fine. Geez, can't even take a joke.”

You snarled at him, firing a bullet close enough to graze his cheek.

“Fuck!”

“Your dick is coming next if you fuck with me again.”

“No shit sherlock. This is why cats are the only bitches you have.” Rindou retorted, causing Sanzu and Ran to laugh like maniacs when your face contorted into some sort of displeasure before retreating into the endless corridors.

Truly, the executives couldn't go a day without feeling the satisfaction of holding your suffering in their hands.

Shit has been too hard ever since you became one of the notorious executives in Bonten; it didn't help that these jackasses were always picking on you, making you almost regret taking the title that Sano Manjiro had bestowed on you. They made it a thing to annoy you on a daily basis. Either with the ultimate love of your life being thrown in the air; the ball of sunshine disguised as cats, or with the set of difficult tasks they assigned to you, which almost led to a meeting with the grim reaper if it weren’t for luck backing you up.

Not once did they leave your presence alone; always treating you as if you were a toy who amused them each time you retaliated with your renowned Glock 19 in the clutch, and bothering you every day until all you see is red, firing bullets in the corridor until Takeomi scolds you for damaging his invaluable porcelains.

However, despite the escapades and monkey tricks that they been pulling so far, best believe that there was not an actual bad blood happening between the both of you. This is just a daily occurrence of how the executives showed their love on one another. You, pointing their gun to them, while they made a run for it. You, threatening their lives, while they indulge in the satisfaction at the sound of your furious clicking heels stomping hard against the glistening marbles.

Surely, things would have been easy if only there were a bunch of Kakucho roaming around the organization, or if the other executives shared the same build as him — respectful, well-mannered, and real mature. He was one of the few gentleman who is courteous to women like you despite being a notorious criminal, and he earned your respect for that.

Just like right now, Kakucho Hitto was being a huge help and you couldn’t be anymore thankful to him for existing in this embodiment pit of hell.

“God. That’s the spot, Kaku. Push it more right there.” you groaned at the feeling of his thumb pressed against your shoulder blades, giving your tense muscle a light squeeze now and then as you relished under his massage. Today was one of those days when you and the navy-haired shared paperwork in his office, and as usual, Kakucho would lend a helping hand by massaging your stressed shoulder after too much documentation processing. Didn’t even help the fact when he found you worn-out in his doorstep, knowing the mess that you had probably just encountered with the Bonten Trio, Kakucho knew that you badly needed some relief over your exhaustion.

“Did I do it right?”

“Yeah. Just squeeze it like that.”

Kakucho did what you told, and you couldn’t help but hum.

“What the actual fuck.” Kokonoi exclaimed under his breath, eyes judgy at the scene playing in front of him. “For a second, I thought you guys are doing the thing.”

Kakucho blushed, because he too, agreed that when you moan like that, it sound like he was pleasuring you.

“Shut the fuck up, Hajime.”

“Can’t blame me. You just fucking moan, alright. Moan.”

“Moans doesn’t always need to be sexual.” you grumbled.

“Whatever. Kakucho,” Kokonoi called out the navy-haired who seemed to be in a trance until the following words of the silver-haired reached his ears. “Himari’s in Sanzu’s office. You joining?”

You inaudibly sighed at what Kokonoi meant.

So, they were at it again.

Himari Ukishima; the poor woman you had threatened to take life earlier was out there, in Sanzu’s office yet again to pleasure all these executives’ dick.

The woman wasn’t even a whore to begin with. Mikey just found her enticing enough when he passed by a university, and decided to let the Bonten Trio kidnapped her and took her into the headquarters, and she’s been here for what? Almost a year now? Fucking and taking care of their cocks like the good girl she was.

She was basically a girl what the executives wanted; someone they wanted to corrupt and strip off their innocence, and they were no doubt successful from it. It’s Bonten — the worst criminal organization in Japan, what can you say? They fucked her dumb enough for her to develop Stockhold Syndrome. Crazy, you must say. She was one of those victims of their sensual gratification who had fallen deep into the lion’s den to bother escape or even ask for you help, which didn’t surprise you anymore as you think she’s also enjoying the feeling of five cocks in her body whenever you heard her pleas and whines.

“Quiet down, or I won’t hold back putting a bullet through her brain this time.”

You threatened, yet Kokonoi merely let out a smug grin, crossing his arms. The type of woman you are; all bark and no bite. He knew you would never do that. Himari Ukishima is Mikey's most-prized possession. Killing her means defying him, and you weren't one to disobey his orders.

Despite portraying the cold demeanor, Kokonoi knows how much of an obedient woman you are to Mikey.

He was your King; much like to how Sanzu worships him.

“Jealous cause you got no bitches?”

You scowled, growing tired of their old joke of teasing how you got no men to pleasure you. “What’s with you and the others flocking over my bitches?”

Sure, there were some of them, particularly from the clubs you own, though they weren’t like like Himari who had remained the longest period with them. Your sex drive was crazy; no man was able to withstand it and had always been the first one to pass out of consciousness before you could. Therefore, as naturally as you would, you had them dispose and let it be a memory of a one-night stand instead of keeping them by your side.

However, Bonten would like to think you were just bore in bed that’s why you have no whores in your side. Little did they know, though.

“Well, maybe if you find a man who can last with you then we can stop. Though, I doubt you can find anyone as good as us.”

You raised a brow, intrigued.

"You implyin' something, Hajime?"

He hummed, something within his eyes flashing an emotion you couldn’t quite recognize in your years of being so-called friends.

Instead of responding, Kokonoi only brushed off the question with his right hand, leaving you on Kakucho's office to think if he actually meant something behind his words or he was just messing around with you to rattle your emotions — well, that is, until one by one, you heard sinful groans, whines, and skin slapping from the office next door that made you bury your face on your palms, damn interrupted from thinking and even working from the paper works.

"Stupid fucks, I told them to quiet down."

✑ NOTE: let me know if you wanted to be added on my taglist ! <3

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cienfleurx · 3 months

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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. MASTERLIST !

✑ GENRE: slowburn. angst. nsfw 18+.

CHAPTER ONE | PLATONIC LOVE. platonic love is a type of love that is neither sexual nor romantic; something that the executives have been feeling towards you for the past few years - or so they would like to believe.

CHAPTER TWO | ALL EYES ON YOU. tension fills the air as they get to know a lil’ bit of what you have in your closet.

CHAPTER THREE | THAT ONE AFTERNOON. there's something about [Name]'s gift that made everyone go crazy.

other chapters soon. . .

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cienfleurx · 2 years

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Is there going to be a part two of your story "old habits die hard"?

i'm not sure if there will be one anon, since i'm already satisfied with how i left it :')

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cienfleurx · 2 years

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Hi~

If it isn't a bother can I be added to your taglist if you have one?

I love all the angst you post and they seriously make me sob hysterically in the best way possible.

i sincerely apologize for the late response bb, but unfortunately, i haven't decided to do a taglist up until to this day but you'll be the first one i'd add if ever i make one !!

#i'd tag u once i decided to have one bub <3 #ji. replies!

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cienfleurx · 2 years

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hi!! i just wanna say that you’re an amazing writer and i think you’re insanely talented :))

tnx so much luv !! this means a lot to me ily ily ilyyy <3

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cienfleurx · 2 years

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hi hon, how have you been? what did you d this weekend ? <3

been working on a bonten series lately, tati !! tho i'm sure when i will be posting it since i wanna compile a lot of chapters first b4 posting it ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

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hihi its me again 😆, how have you been lately? <3

kinda on the edge rn with all the requirements piling up, but thank u so much for asking luv 😩 ur messages r always sweet !! 🥺

#tati making my day better <3 #mwaaaah #ji. replies!

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i forgot to say this in my other thingy i sent but you are the beat angst writer outta all the angst writers i follow !!!! <3

nooo bc ur so sweet and this made my day after taking the exams, ilyyy 😭❤

#i personally think i'm still lacking in some aspects in terms of writing the feelings of my characters rn but #tysm luv <3 #really appreciate ur message 🥺#ji. replies!

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but that was all before i locked it down

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cienfleurx · 2 years

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i love you and your page sm

aw tysm babe !! it took me days to have it finished and i’m so glad someone appreciate it as much as i do T_T

#pls have my heart <3 #ji. replies!

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cienfleurx · 2 years

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𝐖𝐄'𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓? ᵇᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿ ᵛᵉʳ

✑ CHARACTERS: sano manjiro. sanzu haruchiyo. ran haitani.

✑ HEADCANON: them when the fake relationship between the both of you ended.

✑ GENRE: angst. senior au.

✑ WARNING: explicit language. hurt / no comfort. salty y/n. not proofread. kinda messy dialogues and descriptions.

✑ SYNOPSIS: ran haitani thought that maybe he just missed your chaotic self in his life, but it felt too far-fetched, especially when he can feel his heart ripping apart at the sight of you calling for his younger brother’s name instead of him.

RAN HAITANI

How does one forget a man like Ran Haitani? From his mauve locks, tall strature, whimsical demeanor, and mischievious purple irises; how does one erase their memory from someone like him? Because if there is an answer - anyone, someone - then you beg them to provide it to you as you have been desperate in attempting to get him off your mind for a long time.

“This fucking gold rush,” you blew a huff, your bangs flying out their way from your sticky forehead due to the scorching afternoon heat. “God, I should have never said that - hell, I should have never agreed myself from his proposition in the first place. And now I'm the one who suffers while he's out there getting Kanae back and probably fucking her on the abandoned building right now," you ramble, frustration building up inside you knowing all too well how that old college premise works for those seniors.

“Goddamn, chill woman.” Rindou chuckled, tossing the strawberry milk on your way. “He’s not fucking her. He’s taking her out on a date.”

“Like that fucking help?” you hissed, wanting to wipe off the shit-eating grin on his face. “Bitch.”

It’s been months, probably around six months, ever since Ran ended your faux relationship with him. And just like any other girls who are head over heels for him, you cannot seem to grasp the truth and forget about his existence. Especially now that you got to experienced beforehand how it feels to be with him, it only made the process of moving on to be difficult on your part. From how he treats you like a real woman, how he kisses your lips so natural, and how he simply brags you to the other students oftentimes; you recalled everything he has done to the bones with butterflies stirring in your tummy.

He was just such an ideal man despite the fact that others have referred to him as a fuckboy.

Ran Haitani is a gentleman on his own despite his history of flirting with a lot of woman; that is what you have noticed of him throughout the years of crushing on his existence since freshman. I mean, you can't really blame him, can you?. With that beauty of his, he can get any woman he wants. He’s making them desire for him more, and you are not really an exception from that given that you still cannot erase his image out of your mind.

Despite the fact that he has now reclaimed his former girlfriend back. His very own real girlfriend; the one he likes, Ran Haitani still lives on your mind rent-free. Every now and then, you would think of him and his current girl - what they do, how he treats her, and how you wished you were in her shoes.

It was infuriating to say the least, especially now when you spot the woman you detest from the corner of your eyes clinging to the arms of the older mauve-haired that you liked so much.

“Oh, [Name] and Rindou?”

You almost sneered in annoyance when she approached your way.

Kanae, the cheerio captain, herself. Hot, cool, smart, and talented as fuck. God, the more you think about her, the more you realize how much you suck. You fucking lack in the golden aspects of what Ran wanted. Mayhaps, that was the reason why he still did not come to like you at the end even though you were given a chance to pursue him during your artificial relationship.

“I see, both of you are having a date as well?” That’s cute!” your cherry lips fought tooth and nail to keep from scoffing. Regardless of how dismissive you are of her attitude, it seemed like she still manages to have that affect on you that makes you want to bitch on her or something. Good thing, Rindou was there to keep you on leash as he slipped his calloused hands on your sweaty palms, which were itching to shove the woman out of the way.

It may seemed like a subtle move from anyone’s eyes, but it did not escape Ran’s vision. His purple orbs bore straight into how his younger brother's palms embraced your small ones, almost as if he was squeezing them for comfort. Something about the sight bothered his innards, feeling his stomach tighten for some reason as he shift his body from uneasiness.

“Ran?”

The mauve-haired snapped out of his trance, eyes unconsciously locking with yours as his mind buffered a bit.

“You listening?”

“Sorry, babe. What was it again?”

Kanae simply rolled her eyes, pouting. “I said, your younger brother seemed to like [Name], and I wanna help him so I’m kinda like suggesting if we can have a double date with them, you good with that right?”

Rindou? Liking [Name]? Ran scowled inwardly, wondering where did Kanae even got that idea. You see, the thing between Rindou and [Name] is nothing out of romantic. They were friends of the same class; pure platonic, and all of this wouldn’t even happen if he hadn’t introduced the younger Haitani to you.

And besides, his brother is not interested in any girl of his batch right now, let alone relationships.

Ran was about to decline the offer and say it isn’t like that between the two youngers when someone had already interrupt him into it.

“Good idea,” Rindou blurted out of the blue, catching two individuals on the scene off guard. “Not a double date, though. We’ll be going on our own.” Ran had his lilac orbs widen as he focused them on his younger brother, while you, who were already disturbed by the presence of a certain someone, suddenly stiffened from your place, your heart hammering on your chest from what you'd just heard.

Rindou was never one to voiced out his feelings. So naturally, it had you startled. However, it seemed that this was not the case when the comparable butterflies that you were feeling for Ran began resurfacing themselves in your tummy.

“. . . Rin?”

“What? It’s not like you two are still together, right?” Rindou shrugged, his other arm casually wrapping around your shoulder.

Honestly, if it were one of those times when Rindou teases you just to get a reaction out of you, you'd probably brush him off and shut his existence off with a pinch of his skin on his stomach. After all, you never know if this person is intentionally messing with you or is just trying to upset Ran, who had his brows wrinkled in confusion; feeling slightly annoyed at whatever words were spewing from the younger Haitani's lips.

“Don’t speak as if you like her, Rin.” Ran’s tone became authoritative. “I know you only think about her as a friend. Stop whatever prank you are pulling.”

“He’s right. Quit that shit off -” before you could even finish you sentence, Rindou had already clamped his palm across your mouth to stop it from running off. He shot you a look, and you saw a trace of softness whirling inside them; something that made the irritation inside you fade into obscurity at one point.

“I don’t know about you, brother, but I am serious. Feelings can change at the span of six months.” Rindou said, and each syllable that slipped past his lips made Ran feel something in his chest, particularly his heart. It felt like someone was clenching it out of nowhere and stabbing him with shards of what seemed to be your broken heart that he had caused when he advised you to stay away from him for the time being as he didn't want Kanae to suspect the both of them once the goal of your fake relationship with him was successful - once Kanae and him get back together.

“And, it’s not really that hard to like her. It just happened naturally while I was replacing you as her friend.”

The next following days became a blur for Ran Haitani.

At that time, Ran genuinely thought Rindou was fooling around to annoy him, however, it seemed to only appear as reassurance to himself when his once playful lilac orbs caught sight of your figure waiting down by the bleachers, looking all dolled up like the usual amidst the boisterous crowded seats. Only this time, your presence wasn't meant for him, but rather for his younger brother, who seemed to be scoring a lot of three-pointers lately while flashing grins on your way.

You thought that it was better this way. Ran was happy with his relationship with Kanae, and Rindou seemed to like you enough to bother you on a daily basis of having dates with him. You thought that this is how things should have been from the beginning. You began to be satisifed. It felt as if you were gradually removing Ran from your world. And, as strange as it may sound, it seems like his younger brother was the one who had the answer all along about how to forget him for good.

Ran will be forgotten, and you will move on. Yes, that’s how it should have been.

However, unbeknownst to your oblivious self shouting Rindou’s name among the crowds, Ran Haitani had his amethyst orbs fix on your figure with a glint of yearning and desire that he wished it was his name that you were chanting at the loud stadium instead of his younger brother. Just like the old times, just like when they were together before. Crazy, it is. Ran had this thought that maybe he just missed you with him. That maybe he is just missing your chaotic self in his life. But it felt too far-fetched, especially when he can feel his heart ripping apart into shreds at the thought that maybe his feelings for you was something more; that maybe you are not just a friend. That maybe Rindou was right.

You were not that hard to like, as he indeed felt his heart skipping a beat in those times when he pretended a relationship with you. He was just blind. Blinded by his own ego of chasing a woman he thought he loved until he completely lost sight of who was more important to him.

FINISHED: sano manjiro. sanzu haruchiyo. ran haitani.

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𝐖𝐄'𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓? ᵇᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿ ᵛᵉʳ

✑ CHARACTERS: sano manjiro. sanzu haruchiyo. ran haitani.

✑ HEADCANON: them when the fake relationship between the both of you ended.

✑ GENRE: slight angst. senior au.

✑ WARNING: explicit language. hurt / no comfort. bad bitch y/n. vaguely proofread. dissatisfied ending, tbh.

✑ SYNOPSIS: sanzu haruchiyo should be dying out of happiness right now, so why was his heart aching in betrayal at the sight of your figure trading cigarettes with someone who wasn’t him?

SANZU HARUCHIYO

Sanzu Haruchiyo is someone who is always out of his mind. That’s it. That is how you describe your very own friend, who is currently exchanging cigarettes with you at the abandoned class at the college department. His diamond scarred-lips blew open as smoke billowed around him, his emerald eyes darting at you once you put your palm in front of him, extending for the smoking pot you had uncovered upon witnessing his distressed demeanor earlier.

“I have a better proposal, Haruchiyo.” you stated, running your fingers along your locks. “Instead of hurting and stressing yourself over a damn bitch, how about date me? Like, for real. No pretend.” you dared in confidence, observing how the rosette’s orbs widen a bit before chuckling like an insincere fool.

“We’re already dating, you dumbass.”

You rolled your eyes from the way he avoided what you truly meant. Over the course of years of knowing the rosette, there was one thing the you have taken note of him amidst this fake relationship thingy you both have. Sanzu Haruchiyo is aware of your feelings for him, yet disregards it for the reason that he wants to keep things cool between the two of you. Just a chill friend slash pretend girlfriend, there for him in his crestfallen times, but never one to consider your feelings when you are hurting your own self too because of him.

He was a blatant asshole in your opinion. An asshole that you had found yourself somewhat falling in the process of being in this artificial relationship with him. Unfortunately for you, he only had his heart on the sweetest woman of your batch, Aoi; someone who is exactly the opposite of your rough characteristics as a woman, and someone who is considerably, much better than you in all aspects. Brains. Looks. Attitude. Confidence. Good girl vibe. She had it all. Got it good and easy.

A sweet girl who can tame the mad man himself. Very trope ideal, indeed.

“You knew very well what I meant, Haruchiyo.” you sighed, turning back to throw the blunt, which he barely caught on time.

Fuck it, fuck him. You were tired. You knew that this whole pretend-relationship was bad from the start, but you did not know that it was this bad. It always had you on the edge; on the process of insecurities kicking in because of your oftentimes comparison with the sweetest girl he wanted. You did not realize it was this difficult to fake the whole thing with him until you were already making a fool of yourself by becoming a tool to Haruchiyo in order to reclaim the love of his life. For the love of God, your affection to him was genuine, but your relationship with him is fake? Screw it. When there isn't an empty slot to even consider, where do you put your love on?

“[Name].” he stated, tone stern from the way your back was now turned against his.

“It’s either this or that, Sanzu.” the rosette blinked, his austere facade faltering and his fingers nearly crushing the blunt into pieces. His so-called last name. It rolled past your lips and strangely, it made his heart squeeze in discomfort. “Simple thing. You either lose me or her. Though, I’m pretty sure you were never going to pick me, so I’m already calling this shitty deal between us off in advance and go on with my way.”

“You don’t mean that.” he pressed, jaw clenching.

You brushed him off with your right hand, pocketing the other one in your skirt.

“I do, you asshole.” shit has been too much for you, and he still thinks everything you've done has been a tongue in cheek comment? Sanzu Haruchiyo must have been too high of not only his wits, but himself too. “That blunt was our last; never call me again if you still have the slightest respect for me.”

Sanzu watched your figure left his vision, having this one single thought that you did not really mean those words thrown at him. For god’s sake, you love him. You don’t meant that. His lips heaved a long drag of smoke, trying to ease his troubling heart. Right, tomorrow, just like what often happens, you will come around. Like how you usually do, you will go back to him. You will return to his side. He does not have to be so tense. This has happened a lot of times before. It was merely one of your episodes where you cut ties with him and then come back tomorrow as if nothing happened. Right, that must have been it. After all, when it comes to liking someone, you cannot really resist them in any kind of way, right?

“Holy shit, seems like someone’s ignoring you.” Ran whistled, lips twisting upwards upon seeing your figure brush off the rosette’s existence. It was just another day, another hellish morning at school when Sanzu Haruchiyo and the Haitani brothers fall back at the lockers to wait up for their own respective girls. Much to their surprise though, you, who was always first to arrive since you do not wanna mess with a certain Princess Poppy-wannabe of their circle, simply walked past him, completely detaching yourself from any usual greetings you would welcome him.

Rindou followed along his brother, attempting to piss off the rosette.

“Things between you already over?”

“No,” Sanzu instantly answered, though he cannot deny how much your actions had taken him back. Brows furrowed, he portrayed his confusion over this matter. “We’re still together.”

“Ah, really.” Ran nodded, though still in doubt. “Wonder if you would still say that when that woman approaches you?”

Sanzu glanced up to see the Haitani brothers looking at a certain someone at the hallway. Aoi. She was beaming her angelic cerise smile, a feature of hers that never fails to stun the rosette even from before. Frequently, he would feel his heart skip a beat upon sensing her joy. Upon feeling her presence so close to him, much like what is currently happening, Sanzu would constantly feel his brain malfunction for a moment, while he spouts incoherent words, seemingly unable to comprehend anything at all from how god-sent she looks.

However, right now, despite the words that passed through her lips about how she wanted him back, how she longed to feel his arms again, and how she craved his love again, Sanzu could still not make the most of it to feel the emotions that he had felt to her before. The heart-skipping moment that always seems to leap out of its ribcage, the brain dysfunctionality, and the wavering words; he could not exactly feel all of it in this moment.

Sanzu Haruchiyo was confused. He had no idea why this was happening to him all of a sudden. Why his heart felt empty even though he had yearned for this day to come. Like come on, it should be obvious that he should be satisfied with this result. He should be jumping and hugging her out of joy; tears brimming his lids for having this chance to be with the woman he loved again.

Sanzu Haruchiyo should be dying out of happiness right now, so why was his heart aching in betrayal at the sight of your figure trading cigarettes with someone who wasn’t him? Why was he so desperate of getting in contact with you, when the woman he had wanted all these years, is already standing in front of him and begging for him to take her back?

Shouldn’t he be focusing on her rather than bothering you?

After all, Aoi was the girl he loved.

The one he wanted back.

Not you, unless he had his feelings wrong all this time.

FINISHED: sano manjiro. sanzu haruchiyo. ran haitani.

#bonten #bonten angst #sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu angst #akashi haruchiyo #tokyo revengers #mikey angst #ran angst #sanzu x reader #sanzu x you #sanzu x y/n #x reader #sanzu haruchiyo angst #sanzu sad hours #ending sucks 😔

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𝐖𝐄'𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓? ᵇᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿ ᵛᵉʳ

✑ CHARACTERS: sano manjiro. sanzu haruchiyo. ran haitani.

✑ HEADCANON: them when the fake relationship between the both of you ended.

✑ GENRE: angst. senior au.

✑ WARNING: explicit language. hurt / no comfort. hottie y/n. vaguely proofread.

✑ SYNOPSIS: the things between the both of you might have started phony, but sano manjiro knew for sure, despite his cold demeanor, he cared a great deal for you.

SANO MANJIRO

Sano Manjiro is your typical bad boy, brooding with danger and dominance, almost akin to a thug wandering in the streets. He is a man who isn't afraid to break the rules; a rugged and strong persona. He embodies what seems to be the polar opposite of a gentleman, yet nevertheless, he encapsulates roughly all the attention of the women in your batch. Too bad for them, he only have his eyes set on one woman; the love of his life since sophomore year and the one who had stolen his heart.

Mikey and Himari was meant to be together. There was no doubt that they are the most powerful couple of their batch; they got the top-notcher looks, the superior behavioral traits, their own respective influential groups, and their prosperous family background. They were destined; fated. Despite the bunch of students admiring Mikey afar, they can never deny how perfect Himari looks with him. They were a match made in heaven. Something that they can never break into amidst the numerous attempts to capture Mikey's attention.

Well, that is until rumors spread that Himari had broken up with Mikey.

And now here you are, standing in front of the very man himself with his vacant orbs not intimidating you in the slightest. His silver locks contrasted your jet-black hair as you crashed your coral lips against his, hot and messy. The crowd, particularly a woman seething in the midst of it with her so-called new boyfriend, fumed in rage; something that made Mikey pleased.

He moaned when you bit his lower lip. God, you were damn good at this. Being a fake girlfriend and all. Choosing you for this matter of making his former girlfriend jealous was the best decision he had made so far.

You were just too good. Too perfect for this job with your natural girlfriend aspects. Mikey even wondered where Ran found a gem like you to help him with a mere mission of taking his former girlfriend back. The things you were doing to him - with him, all of it was effective on making Himari furious. With your expertise on these type of fake relationship stuff, Mikey was certain that sooner or later, the woman he had loved will crawl back to him again, to his arms.

And he was right.

Given this late at night when he received a message from Himari about how she was at fault and wanted him back, Mikey knew for sure that he had to thank you will al his heart for letting him use you to his advantage of reclaiming Himari.

“Congrats. Seemed like our efforts paid off.” you let out a sly smirk, crossing your arms. “Deal’s off then. Guess I had nothing to do with you anymore. Nice working with you, notorious bad boy.”

As you were about to stand up and leave from the table located at a fine diner owned by the Sano household, a hand seized your wrist, completely taking you into a trance.

“Take a seat. You haven’t touch your food yet.” Mikey arched a brow when you did not budge; only looking at him with an indifferent gaze. “Come on. It’s the least I can do as your friend.”

Friend? Really? You refrain yourself from frowning, removing his grip from your wrist and disregarding how his touch tingle butterflies in your stomach. Where did he even got that idea?

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’re getting the point of this contract between us, Mikey.” you sighed, attempting to keep your heart from breaking down.

You clutch your purse, mustering the courage to face him for the last time. Alright, you've admitted it. You've liked this man ever since Ran introduced you to him while you were in seventh grade. He was a beauty, who wouldn’t like him? However, there were some things that do not always happen the way we want them. It’s because that he was with this girl, Himari, that it had you lead into this situation where you're accepting artificial relationships and fooling about with men to distract yourself from your feelings for him. But who were you kidding? How could you possibly forget such a fine man like him? You were only thus fortunate that you were able to provide him your yearning affection since Himari was out of the picture.

All of the things that you had done to him - the lunch dates, kisses in the locker room, holding hands in the cafeteria, and fetching you back and forth from home to the school grounds - those experiences wouldn’t even happen in the first place if it weren’t for Himari splitting up with him.

You never had a chance with Mikey to begin with. Himari just created that opportunity to you and as much as you hated to admit it, you did enjoy the empty slot to be with him for once.

However, now that she was back, you knew that your role as a fake-girlfriend had come to an end. It was over. Your fake relationship has now expired. It was now your time to go back to how it was supposed to be from before. Where you and him only coexist due to a single thread of having Ran as your common friend, you will now return to how things should have been originally.

“[Name]-chin. . ?”

“I’m sorry, Mikey but I think you’re forgetting how I do this deal.” his eyes caught sight of how you shift your body away from him, as if you suddenly became awkward around him. “I can’t be friends with men whom had a fake relationship with me.” you feigned a smile. “It just does not sit right with me knowing full well that your girl will be envious of me once they see us hanging out together. Even though it was for the sake of being friends and stuff, it will benefit us no good if she began doubting you.”

Mikey felt a sting in his heart, huffing in disbelief. You had a point, but he still couldn’t accept it like this. You can no longer be friends with him? Bullshit. The things between the both of you might have started phony, but Mikey knew for sure, despite his cold demeanor, he cared a great deal for you. Like genuinely, he is fond of you and your cool personality not only as a friend of Ran, but also as an individual who had helped him with his relationship.

“If it’s Himari you are worried about, then I’ll talk to her -”

“No,” you instantly turned him down, watching his void orbs that were once on the bleak of darkness swirl something around them. Pain. But you ignored it, already resolved. Pretty sure the pain that he is experiencing right now was the loss of you being his friend; nothing too important. It was not the same pain that you always felt whenever he longs for her, and it was not the same pain that you are undergoing whenever he mentions Himari’s name in front of your face countless times. So sickenly in love while you are dying inside in the midst of listening to him.

“Just drop it, Mikey. Let’s just return to how things were back then.” you swallowed the bile in your throat, averting your eyes somewhere other than his confused yet hurting ones. “When you and Himari were the perfect couple, while I was just some woman fooling around with some boys in our batch. After all, isn’t that how our relationship works before getting into this whole fake thing? Nothing too important will change, Mikey. We’ll just part ways for both our happiness, and that’s that. Nothing too much to lose since we’re both satisfied now.”

You got to have you girlfriend back, and I got to experience what it feels like to be with you.

FINISHED: sano manjiro. sanzu haruchiyo. ran haitani.

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