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i have a confession about this fic, koko doesn't d word at the end, he just breaks his legs and the haitanis make fun of him for trying to be an attention seeker and trying to take the limelight away from y/n...

i just... wanted to say that.

Woohhhh event time! *SCREAMS*

Congratulations dear!

If it's still not taken can I have either a fluff or angst fic with my boy bonten!Kokonoi for prompt #9?

Soon as I saw the word dollar he's just the one I thought of. TYSM. 💲💲💲

Hey 💲 Anon... OH LORD I had some fun with this... and by fun uh... oops it's angst city. At this point, I'm gonna write a warning for "don't say angst unless you want pain™" I hope you like it though! (as a note, 💲 anon messaged me correcting themselves, for a different prompt haha)

"Said No More Counting Dollars, We'll Be Counting Stars..." 100 Follower Event Prompt/Masterlist

Title: Counting Stars Pairing: Hajime Kokonoi x Fem!Reader Characters: Hajime Kokonoi, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Haruchiyo "Sanzu" Akashi(mentioned), Takeomi Akashi(mentioned) Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Some Fluff. WC: 1544 Trigger Warnings: Character Death, Suicide, Murder Summary: Koko has been working non-stop. Trapped is an understatement, perhaps suffocated would be a better term in comparison for his situation as an executive member of Bonten. When he gets a message on his phone from you saying that you both need to talk, he knows that something in his life needs to change.

It had been several weeks since he’d last seen you. Perhaps that was for the best, as the obligations at work seemed to pile on his shoulders like pointless lead weights. While he considered reaching out to you, the prying eyes of his colleagues once again seemed to deter him from any and all action. Trapped was an understatement. Suffocation was perhaps the best way to describe how Hajime Kokonoi felt in his position as an executive of Bonten. It wasn’t until his phone screen lit up one particularly hellish afternoon, one where he’d balanced several upcoming budgets for the gang as well as settled debts for numerous underlings, that he realized just how long it had been.

We need to talk.

The message sank into his bones heavier than the lead weights that anchored him to the gang, to his obligations, and his life within some shady and seedy business. Slowly, his fingers pressed into the keys of the disposable phone. Each key solidifying the raw emotion he felt every passing moment until his well-manicured thumb hovered over the enter key. Internally, he questioned if there was time for emotion, feeling, wanting, and even love within his lifestyle.

“Kokonoi, can you check over this...”

He pressed enter, sliding the device into his pocket as he swallowed whatever dignity he had left for the day.

“Sure.”

The salty area by the pier tickled Kokonoi’s nose as his heels tapped their gentle rhythm along the pavement alongside the deserted warehouse. Meeting in a remote location was nothing new for the two of you, and perhaps that was the only way you could meet because of all of the bugs Takeomi had set up as of late. However, he didn’t feel comfortable in his apartment anymore, and the paranoia was beginning to creep in on him like a bad case of honeysuckle in the Spring. Climbing the rust-laden stairs, Kokonoi only hoped that at the top would be some semblance of peace compared to what awaited once again at the bottom. He heaved the door open, revealing a woman standing alone.

“Hi, Koko.” She said a smile on her face. He hated that she could smile at a time like this, that she could remain so calm when she should be angry with him, upset, anything other than calm.

“Hi, y/n.” He replied, his voice threatening to shake though holding firm as he walked towards her, taking her into his arms.

“...You’re shaking.”

Dammit.

“It’s cold, huh?” He lied with a laugh as he pulled away from her, his tongue protruding slightly from his lips.

“Don’t lie, Koko; it doesn’t suit you.”

Urgh.

His eyes softened a bit as he breathed a gentle sigh, “You always did have a knack for seeing through me like glass, huh.”

“Comes with dealing with someone like you.” She joked, reaching forward and brushing a loose piece of hair away from his face. Her gentle fingers tickling his cheek as they scraped past his ear and folded the stray lock behind it, “Have you been sleeping?”

He considered lying to spare her feelings once more, to spare her worry, pain, everything. Though, his concealer couldn’t conceal a lie that was sincerely so obvious to anyone from the outside looking in on his pitiful life. He shook his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips, as sad as it may have looked to most. She sighed, lightly hitting him on the head, even surprising himself.

“You idiot, how are you going to work if you’re tired all the time!”

“H...Huh!?” Koko replied in exasperation, blinking repeatedly.

She grinned, placing her hands on her hips, “There. You look better already.”

He stared ahead at the grinning woman in front of him, raising a brow at her actions before sighing, “Let’s sit.”

“So, Koko…” “So, y/n…”

“I wasn’t done.”

“I know.”

He didn’t want her to finish the question as the two of them went and hung their legs over the side of the warehouse that overlooked the pier. The moon had cast a gentle hue over the area, the tide gently flowing in the background with the occasional crash of a large wave making its wake known. Kokonoi stared up at the stars and smiled at how clear the sky was, slowly picking out a couple of constellations that Inupi and Akane had shown him in books before.

“They’re pretty tonight.”

He snapped out of his train of thought, only to hear a small giggle, “Thinking about something?” She asked him.

There was quite literally a lot on his mind. The past, the present, the future. His stomach churned at the thought of the future.

“I was thinking; I’d rather be counting them…” He motioned to the stars, “Than money.”

Thinking a moment, the woman beside him shrugged, “Well, why don’t you.”

Kokonoi clicked his tongue, “It’s not that simple, y/n.”

“But isn’t it?” She counters.

Inhaling sharply, Kokonoi looked to the pavement below, “I’ll never be free from them.”

There’s a calm smile on her face as she takes his hand into her own, “That’s okay because we could do it together.”

Kokonoi stared on in shock, his heart beating remarkably fast. He wants to doubt her, he wants to forget what she’s said, but part of him has to ask, “You mean that?”

“I do.” She confirmed.

He swallowed heavily, looking to the side slightly, “I’ll...I’ll think about it.”

“I hope you do. You...don’t look as happy as when we first met.” She explained, leaning into him with a sigh, “I’m worried about you.”

I am too.

“I’ll be okay. Life hasn’t taken me out just yet.” Kokonoi replied.

She sighed, looking at him with a sad face, “I should get going, though. It’s close to two in the morning.”

“Do you want me to walk you to your car?”

“Nope, I’m a big kid.” She said as she stood, brushing off her pants.

Kokonoi snorted, “Sure, the type who still complains about peppers in their food.” He held out his hand, “Help me up?”

y/n pouted as she pulled the man to his feet, “Hey, you love eating them.”

“Guilty as charged.” He snickered, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “Be safe.”

“Same to you.” y/n replied, “Think about what I said, though.”

As she walked away, Kokonoi bit his lip. Perhaps leaving the gang wouldn’t be the worst idea. Bonten wouldn’t suffocate him daily anymore, and the feeling of being trapped by the daily rat race would disappear in a flash. The more and more he thought about it, the more and more it appealed to him.

That was until a slow round of applause began from behind him.

He whipped his head around, white locks trailing in the wind as he laid eyes upon a dark figure approaching in the moonlight.

“Well, well...that’s quite the show she put on.”

Kokonoi’s stomach sank as the youngest Haitani appeared from the shadows of the warehouse, his long hair blowing in the salty air. A bored smirk on his features as his hands sank to his sides, “Now, Kokonoi...Mind explaining what you’ve been up to tonight?”

“You...you followed me?!” He spoke in disbelief, his almond eyes blinking abruptly as he brought a hand to his lips. He was going to be sick, “How long have you been?”

The purple-haired man let out a distorted chuckle before sighing, “Duh?” He approached, close enough you could smell the bergamot cologne he used, “We follow everyone suspected of betraying.”

Kokonoi stared straight ahead, his blood running cold. We.

“Where is he-”

There was a gunshot. Kokonoi’s legs attempted to carry him to the edge of the building, only to have his arm gripped by the younger Haitani.

“Ah, Ah...Now, what are you doing...?" Rindou teased, “You don’t care about some scrap, do you?”

“You’re sick; you’re both sick!” He cried, attempting to shake his arm loose.

“Rindou~ I’m done!” The older Haitani called from below, “I’m going to put it in the pier to wash away the evidence.”

It? y/n wasn’t an it?!

“Fine by me.” Rindou called back, turning his sights back to Kokonoi, “Now...Sanzu’s gonna want to know all about this.”

“I didn’t say shit,” Kokonoi growled, only for Rindou to sigh and pull out a tape recorder.

“Yeah. About that.”

If this is what trapped animals felt like, Kokonoi suddenly understood why they fought for their lives rather than gave in. The thought of having to deal with Haruchiyo Sanzu on top of the Haitani brothers. Something snapped inside him.

“...You want me to balance the books?” He asked quietly, his voice quivering.

“Yeah, that’s why we keep you around?” Rindou replied boredly, not paying attention as he checked his phone.

Kokonoi smiled to himself as he quickly slid out of his jacket, “Well, tough fucking shit!” His legs carrying him to the edge of the building, Rindou screaming a loud “HEY!”

Kokonoi stared over the edge a moment, watching the sinking sedan, Ran staring up at him, and once again, the pale stars looked down upon him. Finally, he closed his eyes and hoped that maybe with his luck, he could fly.

#imi talks

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