Alice

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The afternoon sun beat down on the private beachfront as the Four Heavenly Kings arrived at the small beachside building. Kakucho led the way with his usual quiet loyalty, followed by Ran and Rindo Haitani, who strolled with their signature lazy confidence. Kanji Mochizuki towered behind them, while Shion Madarame cracked his knuckles with restless, nervous energy. They had decided on a rare afternoon off to join their King, and a few had brought along girlfriends or casual flings brave enough to tag along with Tenjiku’s elite.

The moment they stepped through the main door, they caught sight of a familiar, tiny figure skipping ahead. Her slightly tanned skin glowed under the brilliant sun, and her waist-length white hair—cut into a stylish, edgy wolf cut—swung with every step. She was giggling brightly, heading straight for a specific beach chair tucked under a wide umbrella.

Ran stopped mid-step, his violet eyes widening slightly.

“Wait… is that—?”

Rindo let out a low whistle.

“The Boss’s doll got a full makeover. White hair? Bold move.”

Kakucho’s single good eye softened with quiet understanding, a small smile tugging at his lips. He knew exactly how much Y/N meant to Izana. This was her way of matching him completely—a silent vow of devotion.

Mochi grunted, arms crossed over his chest.

“Looks good on her. Matches the King now.”

Shion barked a laugh.

“Hah! She really went all in. The little foreign girl is turning into a mini-Izana.”

Right behind her, Izana followed at his own unhurried pace. He had discarded his red tailcoat for lighter beach attire, his own snowy hair catching the sunlight. His sharp purple eyes were fixed entirely on Y/N with an intense, possessive focus—the kind that made it clear to everyone present that she was the absolute center of his world.

The group exchanged knowing glances. Ran smirked, nudging his brother with an elbow.

“Our King’s gone soft for her… but in a terrifying way. You see how he looks at her? Like she’s the only thing keeping him sane.”

Kakucho nodded quietly.

“She is. She’s his anchor. The one person he’d burn the world down for… and who’d do the exact same for him.”

As Y/N reached the chair and turned around, beaming in her lavender bikini, the new white hair perfectly framed her doll-like features. Izana stepped up right behind her, his hands immediately settling firmly on her waist. He pulled her back against his chest, nuzzling her neck possessively in front of everyone.

The Heavenly Kings approached, their dates trailing curiously behind them. Ran was the first to speak, his voice teasing but inherently respectful.

“Boss. Looking good, both of you. The matching hair is… quite a statement.” He grinned. “Didn’t know we were doing couple transformations today.”

Izana’s eyes flicked up to them, a dangerous but thoroughly content smirk playing on his face as he kept Y/N locked against him. “She wanted to match me. So she did. Any problem with that?”

The group quickly shook their heads. Kakucho stepped forward, offering a respectful nod to Y/N. “It suits you. You look happy.”

The afternoon quickly melted into a relaxed gathering. Tenjiku’s strongest lounged on the sand while their dates chatted, but everyone remained hyper-aware of the intense bond between their King and his tiny, devoted girl. To them, Y/N wasn’t just Izana’s girlfriend. She was the only force capable of making the mad king of Tenjiku look almost… human. And the white hair only made it clearer: she was all in. Ride-or-die, just like him.

The peaceful beach afternoon took a sudden, chaotic turn.

Y/N had been sitting innocently on Izana’s lap, chatting happily with Ran’s girlfriend, when her hazel eyes suddenly flicked sideways with pure mischief. Without a word of warning, she launched herself forward like a tiny predator, sinking her teeth into Izana’s pec with surprising force—enough that the nearby Heavenly Kings and their dates visibly winced.

“*Ow—!*” Izana’s eyes widened in genuine shock. A sharp hiss escaped his teeth as the sudden sting mixed with a familiar spark of dark amusement and irritation. His hand instinctively gripped for her waist, but she was already gone—bolting toward the shoreline like a panther was chasing her, laughing wildly the entire way, her white wolf-cut streaming behind her tanned frame.

Ran Haitani nearly choked on his drink, his eyes wide.

“Did she just… bite the King?”

Rindo snorted, leaning back on his elbows. “Brave. Or suicidal. That’s a whole new level of bratty, even for her.”

Kakucho sighed quietly, though a faint smile tugged at his lips. He knew Y/N was one of the incredibly few people on earth who could get away with pushing Izana like this—and live to giggle about it.

Mochi crossed his arms, chuckling deeply. “She’s got balls. Tiny ones, but still.”

Izana stood up slowly, rubbing the fresh bite mark on his chest. His purple eyes locked onto Y/N’s retreating figure with a dangerous, intoxicating mix of hunger, possessiveness, and fond exasperation. The physical sting was nothing compared to the way her playful defiance made his blood run hot. She was his safe place, his anchor… and right now, his naughty little brat who needed a reminder of who was in charge.

“You little shit,”

he muttered, his voice low, rough, and laced with promise as the corner of his mouth twitched upward. He took off after her at a measured, confident, predatory pace, sand kicking up behind his heels as he effortlessly closed the distance toward the breaking waves.

When he caught her—which was easy, given her size—he scooped her up from behind, lifting her completely off the ground. He spun her around once before pinning her securely against his chest, one arm locked like steel around her waist while his other hand tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Bit your Daddy and ran?” His voice was dark, deeply amused, and full of unspoken promises as the waves lapped at their feet. “You’re lucky I love you, doll. But you’re going to pay for that later. Hard.”

He kissed her fiercely, nipping her lower lip in immediate retaliation, before carrying her back toward the group while completely ignoring the teasing grins of the Heavenly Kings.

Ran called out lazily, “Need us to hold her down for you, Boss?”

Izana shot him a sharp, warning look, though there was no real anger behind it. “She’s mine to handle.”

He sat back down in his beach chair, settling Y/N firmly on his lap with his arms wrapped around her like iron bands. Nuzzling her neck, he whispered hotly against her ear, “Behave… or the next bite will be mine. And you won’t be running anywhere after that.”

The group settled back into the afternoon, the Kings and their dates exchanging knowing looks. Y/N and Izana were chaos and total devotion wrapped into one tiny, white-haired package—and no one dared interrupt their king when he was like this.

Izana was still holding Y/N securely on his lap, the bite mark on his pec throbbing faintly under his shirt, when she suddenly perked up with that same mischievous energy.

"Wait, what? Nooooo! Back to the water... wrestling there!"

She hopped right up, grabbing his wrist with both of her small hands. Tugging with all her tiny strength, she tried to pull the King of Tenjiku back toward the waves as if he were a stubborn starfish. Her white wolf-cut hair bounced, her tanned skin glowed under the sun, and her lavender bikini shifted as she laughed and strained against his weight.

The Heavenly Kings and their dates watched with varying degrees of sheer entertainment.

Ran Haitani grinned lazily. “She’s got guts. Pulling the Boss around like he’s a kid at the park.”

Rindo chuckled. “This is better than any gang fight. Ten bucks says she gets him into the water.”

Kakucho simply smiled faintly, thoroughly accustomed to Y/N's unique ability to bring out Izana's lighter side.

Izana let her tug for a few seconds, barely moving an inch despite her best efforts—his sheer strength making her attempts adorably futile. His purple eyes gleamed with dark amusement and profound affection, the earlier bite completely forgiven in favor of this new game.

“You think you can drag me anywhere you want, little doll?” he said, his voice low and teasing. He let her pull him a couple of steps just to indulge her whim, then suddenly yanked her back against his chest, scooping her up effortlessly into his arms as if she weighed absolutely nothing.

“Wrestling in the water, huh?” He carried her straight toward the surf, entirely ignoring her squirming and breathless laughter. “Fine. But when I win—and I will—you’re paying for that bite from earlier.”

He waded out until the cool ocean water reached his waist, then tossed her gently into a deeper spot, diving in right after her. The “wrestling” quickly dissolved into a flurry of playful grappling. Izana willingly let her “attack” him with massive splashes and tackles, only to predictably pin her against his chest, his hands anchoring her waist as he stole kisses from her wet skin between her laughs.

From the shore, the group watched the King of Tenjiku—usually so cold, detached, and commanding—play like an ordinary guy with his girl. It was rare. Almost surreal.

Ran whistled softly. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

Izana finally pinned Y/N properly in the shallow water, hovering over her smaller frame. His white hair dripped cool water onto her face as he looked down at her with intense, fiercely loving eyes.

“Got you,” he murmured, nipping lightly at her neck. “My turn to bite back, baby.”

A split second later, the peaceful beach afternoon was shattered by Y/N’s sudden, high-pitched scream—*“That was painful…!”*—echoing across the sand like a cartoon character getting struck. The Heavenly Kings and their dates winced visibly from their spots under the umbrellas.

Ran rubbed his ear. “Jesus, she’s loud when she wants to be.”

Rindo laughed out loud. “Sounds like the Boss bit back a little harder.”

Izana strode back toward the camp with absolute, smug satisfaction, Y/N draped casually over his shoulder like a captured prize. Her white wolf-cut hair swung rhythmically with every step, her tanned legs kicking playfully as she struck his back with small, completely ineffective fists. The fresh, red bite mark on her shoulder—perfectly matching the one she had given him—was clearly visible for everyone to see.

“Brat bit me first,” Izana stated casually to the group as he passed them, his voice carrying that signature dark, amused undertone. “Had to remind her who bites harder.”

He set her down onto his lap the moment he reached his chair, his arms instantly locking around her waist to keep her from escaping. His purple eyes gleamed with possessive pride as he inspected the mark he had left, his thumb brushing over it with surprising gentleness.

“Still hurts, doll?” he murmured against her ear, nuzzling into her neck in a way that was half-obsession, half-promise of what was to come later. “Good. Next time you launch yourself at me, just remember that Daddy bites back.”

The Heavenly Kings chuckled, the atmosphere light but charged with the undeniable truth that Y/N was the only person alive who could play these games with their King and survive—let alone be carried back like a treasured possession.

Ran called out teasingly, “Need an ice pack for her, Boss? Or maybe for yourself?”

Izana shot him a sharp but entirely playful glare, pulling Alice even tighter against his chest. “She’s fine. Aren’t you, baby?”

He kissed the fresh bite mark softly, then pressed a kiss to her cheek, the smug smirk never leaving his face. The beach day continued, but everyone knew the playful wrestling match had only just begun.

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Trying to steal from someone like The Mad Dog of Bonten is nearly impossible, but attempting it is an honor you'll tell your friends about... if you live to do it.

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Sanzu just get in the car after getting his burger while Y/N was sitting quietly watching him smiling, just before he started eating his burger she tapped his shoulder asking him for a kiss but He laughs, low and rough, rubbing the spot where you hit him like it actually hurt.

he leaned for her lips but she passed him and attacked his burger to get a bite from it and locked in at the burger not backing off.

He freezes mid-lean, lips still slightly parted, looking at her like she just committed the highest act of betrayal in Bonten history.

“…you little thief,”

he mutters, voice low but curling with that dangerous amusement. His icy eyes dart from her face to the burger now in her hands like it’s a hostage situation.

He leans back slowly, resting one arm lazily over the steering wheel, the other drumming on the window as if calculating her punishment.

“You know,”

he drawls,

“I was gonna give you the kiss. Now? You just started a war.”

Before she can take a second bite, he suddenly lunges—one arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her against his chest in the cramped car seat, his other hand trying to wrestle the burger away while his lips brush deliberately against her ear

“Gimme the damn thing, baby. Or I swear, I’ll make you pay in ways you won’t be able to complain about.”

His tone is playful, but his grip says *you're not leaving this car alive with my food*

She started laughing but keep fighting back wrestling over the burger and bit again, But the second her teeth sink into it again, his eyes widen like she just stabbed him in the heart.

“Ohhh, you’re dead,”

he hisses, grinning like a lunatic now.

He abandons all pretense of subtlety—one arm snakes fully around her, practically dragging her sideways across the console, while his other hand pries at her fingers with ruthless precision. She's laughing, trying to twist away, but he’s relentless, his breath warm against her cheek.

“You think you can rob me in my own car?” he growls, voice breaking into that manic edge.

“I run the streets, baby, but you—”

he jerks the burger just enough to make her squeal—

“you think you can run me?”

She bite again out of pure defiance, and he freezes for a second, staring like she has just declared war on his soul. Then—without warning—he shoves the remaining piece into his own mouth, chewing slow and smug while still holding her trapped against him.

“Game over,”

he mumbles around the bite, smirking. “And you still owe me that kiss.”

She collapsed on the passenger seat laughing, sauce smudge on her lips

"How did you eat it all in once, you're going to die"

He’s still chewing, eyes narrowed in that mock-dangerous way, one corner of his mouth curling up as he swallows.

“Because I’m a professional, baby,”

he says, leaning over until his face is inches from hers, voice low and smug.

“And if I die—”

his gaze flicks to the smear of sauce on your lips

“—I’m making damn sure I take you with me.”

Before she can move, he catches her chin between his fingers, tilting her face up. He doesn’t even bother with a napkin—just leans in and licks the sauce from the corner of her mouth, slow enough to make she forgets the burger ever existed.

Sanzu:

“That’s mine too,”

he murmurs, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip possessively before he smirks and sits back.

“Now… are you still laughing, or should I give you another reason to choke?”

She stopped like someone hit pause on her then shoved her head towards him blushing and hit his arm

"Perv"

He laughs, low and rough, rubbing the spot where she hit him like it actually hurt.

“Perv?”

he echoes, feigning innocence as his icy eyes glint with pure mischief.

“Sweetheart, I was just… cleaning up. Can’t have my girl walking around looking like she’s been attacked by a cheeseburger.”

His hand slides from the steering wheel to rest on her thigh, squeezing just enough to make her blush deepen.

“You’re lucky I didn’t pin you to the seat and really make sure it was gone,”

he adds with a wicked grin.

“But, hey… call me a perv again, and I might just have to prove you right.”

He turns back to the road like nothing happened, but the smirk on his face says he’s enjoying every second of watching her flustered.

"Oh my goodness, now my stomach hurts from laughing"

She wrapped her arms around her stomach laughing again and whining

He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, smirk softening into that amused, almost fond look he gets when she's too busy being adorable to notice.

“Yeah? That’s what happens when you wage burger wars with me,”

he says, steering one-handed while his free hand reaches over to tug her gently toward him.

“C’mere, clown.”

He pulls her against his side, her laughter still shaking through her, and rests his chin on top of her head.

“You’re lucky I like that stupid laugh,”

he mutters, voice low but warm. “Otherwise I’d have tossed you outta the car miles ago.”

When she whines dramatically, clutching her stomach like she has been mortally wounded, he chuckles, rubbing lazy circles against her hip.

“Breathe, baby. Or I’ll have to give you mouth-to-mouth… and we both know I’m not doing that to save your life.”

She started laughing again

"Quit perverseness"

He snorts, that low, dangerous kind of laugh that means he’s about to double down instead of back off.

“Quit perverseness?”

he repeats, mocking her phrasing with a dramatic tilt of his head.

“Baby… that’s like telling the sun to quit shining.”

His arm tightens around her waist, pulling her closer until she's half in his lap, the car swaying slightly as he drives one-handed.

“You started this,”

he reminds her, voice dipping into that teasing growl.

“You stole from me. You laughed at me. And now you’re telling me to behave?”

He leans down, his breath brushing her ear.

“Cute. Real cute. But you’re mine, and I’m never polite with what’s mine.”

Then he kisses the side of her neck deliberately slow, just to make her squirm, before leaning back like nothing happened—smirk plastered across his face.

灬``♡ Haitani Brothers fighting ♡``灬 Bonten arc

ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ

> To this day, some of the underworld people still don't believe that the psychopath, the manic "Mad Dog of Bonten," has a kid—let alone a princess. But who said you can't be completely unhinged, unstable, and domesticated at the same time?

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2:39 𝙋𝙈 – 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙀𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚

Y/N stood by the entrance wearing a white babydoll dress and white sandals, smiling sweetly at the sweating, terrified guards. In her arms, she held tiny Hope, who was dressed in a pink princess gown and a flower tiara. In Hope's small hands was a box containing Sanzu’s favorite cheesecake and a colorful drawing she had made.

"Don't worry, I promise you, he won't kill you..." Y/N said, giggling as she looked down at the excited two-year-old mini-Sanzu next to her. "You just have to call him and tell him there's an intruder who bypassed security, and they're in the elevator right now coming to the executive floor. Come on, do it! Don't tell him it's us. Frame it like someone snuck in. We want to surprise him!"

Aurora—little Hope—had Y/N's long hair and delicate eye shape, but she carried Sanzu’s piercing blue eyes and sharp skin tone. A literal little princess.

The guards exchanged a look of pure horror, but under Y/N's bright smile, one of them shakily reached for the phone.

2:39 𝙋𝙈 – 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧, 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨

The executive floor was unusually calm.

Too calm.

Haruchiyo Sanzu sat sprawled across a leather chair, one leg hooked over the armrest as he lazily flipped through reports he clearly wasn't reading. A half-empty cup of coffee sat beside him. He was bored, annoyed, and itching for an excuse to tear something apart.

Then his phone rang. One of the entrance guards.

Sanzu narrowed his eyes, his expression instantly darkening into something predatory. "Yeah?"

The guard sounded seconds away from cardiac arrest. "S-Sanzu-san... we have a problem."

"What problem?" Sanzu's voice slid into a dangerous, quiet register.

"Someone got past security."

Silence settled over the room. The air instantly turned heavy. Across the lounge area, Ran Haitani slowly looked up from his phone, a sharp grin spreading across his face. Rindō stopped scrolling through his messages, leaning forward.

Sanzu's voice dropped to a malicious, icy whisper. "Come again?"

"They're currently in the elevator heading toward the executive floor."

A vein visibly twitched in Sanzu's forehead. A manic, terrifying smile began to pull at his stitched lips. An intruder. An ant stepping into his kingdom.

Ran immediately started laughing. "Oh, that's adorable."

Rindō looked genuinely impressed. "Someone actually managed to sneak into Bonten headquarters? Bold move."

The guard continued sweating through the phone. "W-We tried to stop them but—"

"You tried?" Sanzu interrupted, his eyes widening with that erratic, wild spark that made even his allies tread lightly. The room temperature plummeted. "You let some worthless idiot walk into my building and step onto the elevator? You're all dead."

"I-I—"

Sanzu slammed the phone down, disconnecting the call. He stood up. Slowly. Manically.

Ran watched with pure amusement. "I wonder who it is."

"Some suicidal dumbass," Sanzu hissed, his fingers twitching with erratic energy.

"Could be cops," Rindō shrugged.

"No."

"Rival gang?"

"No."

"Assassin?"

Sanzu ripped his gun from his jacket, a low, unhinged chuckle escaping his throat. "Then they're about to become a heavily decorated corpse. I'll paint the elevator walls with them."

Ran snorted. "You always jump straight to murder."

"Because it's efficient!" Sanzu snapped, his eyes fixed on the hallway.

The elevator display above the hallway lit up with a soft chime. EXECUTIVE FLOOR.

Ding.

Everyone turned. Sanzu raised his weapon, his posture coiled tight like a spring, ready to unleash absolute chaos the second the metal doors parted. Ran leaned against the wall, thoroughly entertained. Rindō folded his arms.

The doors slid open completely—

And all three men froze.

Standing inside the elevator was Y/N. White dress. Bright smile. Trying—and utterly failing—not to laugh at the sight of three heavily armed criminals ready for a war.

Beside her stood tiny Hope. A miniature princess in a pink dress and a flower tiara, clutching a cheesecake box almost half her size in one hand and a crayon masterpiece in the other.

For a solid three seconds, the universe stopped.

Sanzu blinked. Once. Twice. The terrifying, manic Mad Dog of Bonten looked completely blue-screened. His brain flatlined.

Hope immediately spotted him. "DADDYYYYYY!"

The tiny girl launched herself out of the elevator.

Sanzu reacted purely on instinct. His gun disappeared back into his jacket so fast it looked like a magic trick, his terrifying aura vanishing instantly into thin air as he scooped her up against his chest.

Hope proudly shoved the cheesecake box toward his face. "Cheecake!" Then she brandished the drawing. "And dis for Daddy!"

The psychotic second-in-command of Bonten stared at the crayon scribbles like it was an imperial decree.

Behind him, Ran absolutely lost his mind, doubling over. "Oh my God. This is art."

Rindō looked equally entertained, a rare smirk crossing his face. "The guards actually called him thinking there was a hitman."

Ran pointed a shaking finger toward Sanzu. "Look at his face! Just look at him!"

Because somehow, the man who had been seconds away from committing a horrific murder now had a two-year-old sitting on his hip, reaching up to adjust a pink flower tiara onto his head while demanding he appreciate cheesecake.

Sanzu finally looked up at Y/N. Then down at Hope. Then back at Y/N.

"...You two are little shits," he muttered. But his voice lacked any venom. It was just pure, exhausted defeat.

Hope gasped dramatically, her little hands flying to her cheeks. "I'm pwincess!"

Ran wheezed, clutching his stomach.

Despite himself, the corner of Sanzu's mouth pulled upward. He held his daughter a little tighter, buried his face briefly in her hair, and muttered, "Yeah. My princess."

Y/N finally stepped out of the elevator, walking toward him with a giggle. She tilted her head up to press a quick kiss to his cheek, taking the heavy cheesecake box from Hope's tiny hands.

"She refused to eat after you left this morning," Y/N explained, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "She said, 'I won't eat because Daddy left without breakfast.' I had to bring her here because she actually started crying, thinking you'd die of starvation in the office."

For a moment, the entire executive floor went dead silent again.

Then Ran nearly choked on his own breath. Rindō turned his back to them, his shoulders shaking suspiciously as he tried to maintain his composure.

Sanzu just stared at Y/N. Then at Hope. Then back at Y/N. "...What?"

Hope nodded vigorously, her face twisting into all the grave seriousness a two-year-old could manage. "Daddy no eat." She pointed an accusing little finger right at his nose. "No breakfast." Another point. "Bad."

Ran outright howled. "Oh, that's it. That's the funniest thing I've heard all year!"

Sanzu shot him a look that usually made grown men beg for mercy. Ran didn't even care; he kept laughing.

Hope wasn't finished. Tiny hands landed squarely on her toddler hips. "Daddy get sick." Her little face scrunched into a fierce frown. "Daddy die."

The room exploded. Even Rindō lost the battle, letting out a loud laugh.

Sanzu looked personally offended. "I'm not gonna die because I skipped breakfast, brat."

Hope stared at him. Unimpressed. It was the exact same heavy, judgmental look Y/N gave him whenever he did something incredibly stupid. It was horrifying.

"You eat."

"I'll eat later."

"When?"

"...Later."

Wrong answer. Hope gasped dramatically, burying her face against his shoulder like she had just witnessed a grand tragedy. Sanzu looked down at her, completely helpless.

The feared Mad Dog. The tyrant of the underworld. Defeated by a toddler.

Y/N handed him the cheesecake box, and he automatically took it, adjusting Hope with his other arm. Hope immediately brightened up, her tears vanishing instantly. "Daddy eat now."

"No."

"Daddy eat now."

"No."

"Daddy eat now."

Ran wiped a tear from his eye. "She's literally stronger than you, Haruchiyo. Just take the loss."

"Shut the fuck up, Ran."

Hope's eyes went wide. "Daddy say bad word!"

The room went dead silent. Sanzu closed his eyes slowly, questioning every single life choice that had brought him to this exact moment.

Rindō leaned against a nearby desk, highly amused. "She's got him cornered."

"Completely," Ran agreed.

Hope reached over, patting Sanzu's cheek comfortingly—the exact same way Y/N had done moments earlier. "It's okay, Daddy." She gave him a sweet, reassuring smile. "I save you."

Ran nearly collapsed onto the couch from laughing so hard. Sanzu looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. Instead, he stared at Hope for a long moment, letting out a heavy, genuine sigh of total surrender.

"Fine."

Hope actually gasped with joy. The victory was hers—absolute, undeniable, and immediate. She threw both arms around his neck. "YAY!"

Sanzu muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like: "I've survived gunfights, assassins, and turf wars. And this is how I fall." But despite the grumbling, his arm tightened protectively around her, a faint, genuine smile slipping past his defenses.

"Then... how about we leave Papa to his work, and you and I go get lunch at your favorite place?" Y/N suggested, stepping in to gently separate Hope from Sanzu. "Papa has a lot of important things to do, we shouldn't distract him."

Hope's little head snapped toward Y/N. Then toward Sanzu. Then back to Y/N. The tiny gears in her head were visibly turning, processing the threat of separation.

"...Leave Daddy?" The bright smile vanished from her face.

Dangerous. Very dangerous.

Y/N knew that expression. Sanzu knew it even better. He locked eyes with Y/N over their daughter's head, giving her the exact look of a man watching someone accidentally trigger a bomb.

Ran noticed it instantly. "Oh no."

Rindō nodded. "She's thinking. Abort mission."

Hope slowly tightened her arms around Sanzu's neck like a vice. "No."

Y/N bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Sweetheart, Papa has work."

"No."

"He's busy."

"No."

Sanzu remained completely still—a very willing hostage. Hope buried her face deeply into his shoulder. "Daddy come."

"You want Daddy to come too?" Y/N asked.

A vigorous, aggressive nod. "Yes."

Ran pointed at the toddler. "Smartest person in this entire organization."

Sanzu rolled his eyes. "You set the bar pretty low, Haitani."

Hope lifted her head, mapping out the plan with her tiny fingers. "Daddy lunch." She pointed at Y/N. "Mama lunch." Then at herself. "Hope lunch." A dramatic pause to deliver the final verdict. "Family lunch."

The room collectively lost it. Even the hardened Bonten executives standing by the doors couldn't argue with that airtight logic.

Rindō looked toward Sanzu. "Sounds reasonable to me."

Ran nodded in agreement. "I highly support the princess's proposal."

"You support anything that gets me away from my desk so you can shirk your own paperwork," Sanzu snapped.

"Correct," Ran grinned.

Hope looked up at her father expectantly, those impossibly sharp blue eyes staring right into his soul. She was waiting. Trusting. Entirely certain he would say yes.

Sanzu lasted about three seconds under that gaze before he let out a long-suffering sigh. "...Fine."

Hope actually gasped, throwing both arms into the air. "YAY!"

She practically bounced in his arms before grabbing his face with both tiny hands and planting a loud, wet kiss right on his cheek. “Mwah!”

Sanzu scowled on principle, but the massive smirk he was trying to hide completely ruined the tough-guy effect.

Hope pointed toward the elevator like a commanding general. "Go."

Ran snorted. "She just ordered the second-in-command of Bonten around."

"And he's going to listen," Rindō added.

Hope pointed again, her voice brook no argument. "Go now."

Sanzu stared at her. She stared right back. A battle of wills that lasted less than two seconds before Sanzu looked at Y/N, then at the mountain of paperwork on his desk, and finally at the tiny tyrant on his hip.

"...Cancel everything for the next few hours," Sanzu ordered out into the room.

Several nearby underlings looked absolutely horrified by the sudden schedule clearance, but Hope was delighted.

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The late afternoon sun was doing nothing to melt Rin Itoshi’s mood. Walking down the bustling city sidewalk, his dark green hair still damp from his post-training shower, he looked every bit the hyper-focused weapon he was training to be. His mind was systematically calculating macronutrients, pacing out his stride, when that familiar, persistent prickle hit the back of his neck.

He didn't even have to look. He just knew.

Turning his head slightly, his sharp teal eyes locked onto a flash of a black flowy dress and white high sandals cutting across the street. Y/N was practically sprinting away from her friends, a blur of brown hair and sheer determination, targeting him like a homing missile.

“Tch…”

Rin stopped dead in his tracks right outside the supermarket’s automatic doors. His jaw clenched, a familiar, possessive irritation tightening in his chest.

“Y/N. You damn pest,” he muttered the second she was within earshot, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “You really abandoned your friends and ran across a busy street like some desperate stray cat just because you saw me? Pathetic.”

But his body betrayed his venom instantly. Before she could even answer, his large hand shot out on pure instinct, gripping her small wrist and yanking her flush against his chest. He effectively caged her against his 186cm athletic frame, shielding her from the shoving sidewalk crowd.

With a heavy sigh, he flicked her forehead lightly, his thumb immediately coming down to unconsciously stroke the skin of her wrist.

“You’re supposed to be out with your friends, not chasing me like a clingy disaster,” he mocked, mimicking her earlier text message in a flat, icy tone. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you speeding up like your life depended on catching me before I went inside. Well? Speak, you annoying sunlight. Why are you running after me like this?”

Y/N didn't even flinch at the harsh words. Instead, she just beamed, wrapping her small arms around his torso like a koala claiming its favorite tree. “Just want to spend time with you,” she chirped, nuzzling into his side as they finally moved past the sliding glass doors into the air-conditioned store. “They were just temporary while you finished. Missed you! How was training?”

“Training was the same as always,” Rin muttered, grabbing a plastic shopping basket with his free hand while his other arm automatically wrapped around her waist, pinning her to his side. “Brutal. I sharpened everything so I can destroy the lukewarm trash standing in my way for the U-20 World Cup. Nothing you need to worry your empty head about.”

As they hit the first aisle, Y/N’s hazel eyes were already darting around, scanning the shelves like a tiny, chaotic radar. Rin shot her a dark, warnings-only side-glare.

“Don’t even think about filling the basket with useless crap, Y/N. I’m buying what I need for proper meals. Not your weird experiments.”

Y/N hopped slightly behind him, completely unfazed, her voice dropping into an innocent, sweet pitch. “Is there raccoons here, like in the city?”

Rin stopped dead in the middle of the aisle. He slowly turned his head, staring down at her with a deadpan, icy look that could freeze water.

“...You’re still on about that?” *His voice dropped an octave, a dangerous whisper meant only for her.* “I already told you this morning—no kittens, no raccoons, no wild animals. Your father was right to say no. Stop asking stupid questions like some naïve child, you clingy disaster. You think I’m going to let you bring a raccoon into my life just because you bat your eyes at me?”

*Frustrated but unable to actually distance himself, his hand moved on its own. He flicked her forehead again before his fingers slid down to grip her chin, forcing her hazel doll-eyes to look right at him. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, his gaze intensely possessive.*

“You missed me that badly you’d rather chase me than stay with your friends? Pathetic. But... fine. You’re here now. Stay glued to me until I finish shopping. Don’t wander off.”

*He let go of her chin but immediately threw a heavy arm loosely around her shoulders, keeping her locked into his orbit.* “...And don’t think I didn’t notice you wearing that dress while ‘meeting friends.’ You better not have let anyone get too close.”

Ten minutes later, Rin realized his fatal mistake: shopping with Y/N was exactly like shopping with a toddler.

He had turned his back for exactly thirty seconds to compare the protein ratios on two packages of chicken breast, and she was gone. Again. For the third time.

Sighing through his nose, Rin tracked her down, turning the corner into the next aisle only to freeze.

There she was. Crouching completely on the grocery store floor in her nice black dress, surrounded by three random kids who looked about seven years old. Y/N was gesturing wildly, long brown hair spilling over her shoulder, completely lost in a deeply animated debate about Barbies.

Rin glanced down at his basket. Sitting right on top of his organic spinach were two extra chocolate bars of the exact brand he had already begrudgingly agreed to buy her earlier.

“Y/N.”

His voice cut through the aisle like a steel blade.

He strode over, his tall figure completely casting a shadow over the entire little assembly on the floor. The kids looked up at the looming, terrifying teenager with wide, panicked eyes.

“Tch... You damn pest.” Rin clicked his tongue loudly, reaching down to grab the back of her dress, hoisting her back to her feet in one smooth, effortless motion. “I turn around for thirty seconds to get rice and you disappear again? Are you a toddler? Stop wandering off like some brainless child.”

He glared at her, but his hand settled firmly on her shoulder, fingers digging in just enough to anchor her. He rattled the plastic basket in his other hand.

“And what the hell is this? I already put the one you wanted in here. Why are you sneaking more? You think I’m made of money, you wasteful disaster?” His eyes snapped down to the three kids, who were currently trembling. “...And now you’re on the dirty floor talking to random kids about Barbies? We’re not adopting children either, Y/N. Stop collecting living things.”

The kids giggled nervously, scattering down the aisle back to their parents.

Without another word, Rin hauled Y/N flush against his side, his arm locking around her waist like a steel band. There would be no fourth escape attempt. He leaned down, his breath warm and growly against her ear as they finally headed toward the cash register.

“You said you wanted to spend time with me, not turn my shopping trip into a circus. Clingy, distracting, chocolate-hoarding pest...”

Even with the harsh words pouring out of him, he didn't let go. His thumb began to rub slow, soothing circles into her hip through the fabric of her dress—a quiet, private confession of how glad he actually was that she had crashed his day.

“Stay glued to me from now on. No more disappearing. No more extra chocolate. And definitely no more adopting raccoons, kittens, or random children. Understood?”

He glanced sideways, watching her grin. He looked away quickly, a faint, hidden softness coloring his teal eyes as he muttered under his breath, barely audible over the store's intercom

♡~~`♡~~♡~~♡~~♡~ 𝐾𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛'𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑠 ~♡~~♡~~♡~~♡~~♡

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This morning, Ran just dropped y/n in Uni and went straight to the warehouse joining Rin and Sanzu to 'negotiate' with some stubborn captive Bonten way.

9:30 AM, one of Bonten Warehouses..

The warehouse already smelled like blood, bleach, and burnt cigarette filters crushed beneath expensive shoes. Somewhere in the back, water dripped steadily from a rusted pipe, ticking through the silence like a metronome designed by a psychopath. One of the captives was tied to a chair hard enough that his wrists had turned purple, his breathing ragged after Sanzu had smashed the metal table leg beside his head five minutes earlier just to make a point. Rindo stood leaning against a crate nearby, baton hanging loosely from his fingers while he watched Sanzu with the lazy patience of someone waiting for dinner to finish cooking.

Ran, meanwhile, sat cross-legged on top of a shipping container like some bored king dragged into peasant affairs, violet eyes half-lidded while he twirled his phone between tattooed fingers. His expensive coat was folded beside him to avoid blood splatter, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms because he was vain enough to care about presentation even during torture. The moment her name flashed across the screen, though, something in his expression shifted. Tiny. Barely visible. The kind of change only people who knew him deeply would notice.

He answered casually, cigarette still balanced between his lips.

Then y/n whining exploded through the speaker.

“Daaaaaaaddy.... My product all gone, it’s all gone all—”

Ran blinked once.

Across the warehouse, Sanzu paused mid-threat with his crowbar still resting on a captive’s shoulder. Rindo slowly looked up.

Then her dramatic, devastated voice echoed again through the phone.

“I’m never gonna get out this lab, I’ll rot hereeeree—”

Ran inhaled smoke quietly before lowering the phone from his ear for one long second, staring at it like he was reconsidering every life choice that had brought him to this exact moment. A tortured hostage bleeding in front of him. Sanzu covered in blood. Rindo looking dead inside. And his girl apparently dying in a university lab because… craft supplies vanished.

“…She sounds serious,” Rindo muttered flatly.

“She always sounds serious,” Ran answered lazily before putting the phone back to his ear. “Baby, what the fuck d’you mean your product’s gone?”

His voice stayed smooth, but underneath it sat that dangerous softness he only used with her. The captives looked horrified hearing the same man who’d cracked someone’s jaw twenty minutes earlier now sounding like a tired boyfriend dealing with a clingy cat.

Y/n could hear movement on his side. The scrape of boots. Someone groaning in pain. Then Sanzu’s muffled voice somewhere in the background:

“Tell her to steal someone else’s.”

“Sanzu,” Ran drawled without even moving the phone away, “if you speak while my girl’s having a crisis again, I’m putting your head through drywall.”

Silence.

Ran leaned back against the container railing, eyes closing briefly while listening to her dramatic suffering. He could practically picture her already. Rotating in the lab chair. Probably sprawled halfway off it. Face squished against the desk like a Victorian woman dying of heartbreak because her markers disappeared.

“You’re not gonna rot, princess,” he murmured. “What happened? Someone took your stuff?”

Another pause while he listened. One of the captives tried to speak through broken breaths, probably thinking the distraction might save him.

It did not.

Without even interrupting her whining, Ran lazily extended his leg and kicked the captive’s chair hard enough to send it crashing sideways onto concrete. The scream echoed through the warehouse.

“Mhm,” Ran hummed into the phone gently, like none of that had happened. “Keep talkin’, baby.”*

Rindo rubbed his face.

“This is fucking insane,” he muttered.

Ran ignored him completely, too busy listening to her spiral about her missing materials like the world had collapsed. And honestly? He preferred this. Far preferred it. Because this chaos was hers. Warm. Domestic in a strange crooked way. A little thread connecting him to something softer while surrounded by concrete, guns, and men who solved problems with pliers.

A smirk slowly pulled at his mouth.

“Y’know,” he said smoothly, “most people call their boyfriend crying because they got kidnapped. My girl calls me because her little engineering potions disappeared.”

His voice lowered teasingly.

“Should I send a Bonten recovery team to the lab, hm? Have Rin interrogate the chemistry department?”

“Ran I'm serious”

Y/n said through the phone pouting

“It's not stolen, it's sitting there Infront of me but turned into soap... Some idiot let the window open all night”

He can hear her getting up then walking towards something

"I took a picture look what I sent you"

He get the picture then y/n talked again

"I'll yell at everyone in the lab today... And I need to buy my raw material and started over..."

She said sighing, he can hear her walking around again

"I'm lost... I think I need to write a list because I started forgetting what I need to do"

Ran glanced down when the picture came through, thumb lazily tapping the notification open while the warehouse continued groaning around him like a dying machine. For a second, he just stared at the image in silence. Giant flask. Pale yellow disaster sludge. The entire thing looking less like an engineering project and more like somebody had accidentally cultured an alien lifeform at 3 AM.

Then he zoomed in.

“…What the fuck am I even lookin’ at?” he murmured under his breath.

Rindo leaned over automatically, curious enough to peek. The moment he saw the photo, his face twisted.

“That looks radioactive.”

“It looks pregnant,” Sanzu muttered from somewhere nearby.

Ran snorted softly through his nose before bringing the phone back to his ear, hearing her footsteps echo through the empty lab. He could practically imagine her pout without seeing it. Tiny storm cloud in a lab coat. Hair messy from stress. Probably glaring at innocent glassware like it personally betrayed her.

“Baby,” he said smoothly, “that thing looks like it’s about to gain consciousness and ask for rent.”

Despite the teasing, his tone softened immediately after. Because underneath the whining, he heard it. That overwhelmed little spiral she got into when her brain started juggling twenty tasks at once until everything tangled together like wired headphones dragged through hell.

She kept pacing. Talking. Breathing harder than usual.

And Ran knew her well enough now to hear when your thoughts were starting to outrun each other.

He leaned his elbows on his knees, cigarette dangling forgotten between his fingers while one of the captives whimpered nearby.

“Hey,” he called gently through the phone, low and grounding. “Quit runnin’ laps around the lab for a second.”

His voice carried that calm dominance that always wrapped around her before panic could fully bloom. Not harsh. Just firm enough to catch her attention.

“You already figured out what happened, yeah? Window got left open. Product got ruined. Means the next step ain’t crying dramatically about dying in academia.”

A beat.

“Even if your performance was adorable.”

Rindo made a disgusted face in the background.

Ran ignored him effortlessly.

“Sit down somewhere and make the list, princess. Don’t try keepin’ it all in your head.” His tone stayed lazy, smooth, but precise. “Raw materials first. Then what parts of the process you gotta restart. Then what deadlines actually matter today.”

Another scream echoed somewhere deeper in the warehouse. Ran casually muted the phone for half a second.

“Don’t kill him yet,” he told Sanzu flatly. “I’m parenting.”

“Your parenting voice is creepy,” Sanzu answered.

Ran unmuted immediately like nothing happened.

“And stop talkin’ like your whole project exploded,” he continued softly. “You’re smart enough to rebuild it. Annoying, yeah. But not the end of the world.”

She could hear him shifting, lighter clicking as he finally relit his cigarette.

“Also…” his voice dropped teasingly again, “if you yell at everyone in the lab lookin’ that cute, nobody’s gonna take you seriously. They’re just gonna watch you stomp around like an angry bunny.”

Another pause.

“Did you eat breakfast before this little scientific tragedy happened?”

A beat of silence then y/n answered quietly like guilty child

“No I didn't eat anything yet... I know I know don't get mad”

She said kinda guilty now she know she skipped food

"Plus my friend coming I'll help her in something then we leave together... I'll finish after midday... Like 12:30 I guess... Because I got nothing to do now"

The second she admitted she hadn’t eaten, Ran closed his eyes slowly and dragged a hand down his face while exhaling smoke through his nose. Not angry exactly. More like deeply, spiritually exhausted in the way only she could manage before ten in the morning.

Of course she didn’t eat.

Across the warehouse, Rindo immediately knew from his expression alone.

“She skipped breakfast again?” he guessed.

Ran pointed at him without a word, phone still against his ear like she couldn’t hear the entire circus surrounding him.

Then her voice softened with that guilty little tone, and somehow that always hit worse than whining. Because now he could picture her sitting in the spinning chair again, shoulders drooping after the adrenaline crash, staring at her ruined chemistry creature while running purely on stress and air molecules.

“You keep runnin’ your body like a stolen car, baby,” he muttered. “One day I’m puttin’ you on a leash with scheduled snack times.”

But his voice stayed warm underneath the complaint. Low. Familiar. The kind that curled around her instead of biting.

He heard her sitting again

"A thing... Can you tell Kokonoi I can't come Thursday for him to help me do Financial analysis .... I have Training in that same Uni in Yokohama agaaaain I just want not to go but they keep sending warning about confirming presence... I'll let you finish your 'work' now and go back plan for tomorrow... And can I have some chemistry products from haruchiyo stash? Tell him I'll write his name in my thesis statement"

She said cheekily then blow a long kiss through the phone

"Mwaaaaaah, love you"

He listened while she explained the training in Yokohama again, the frustration in her voice getting progressively more dramatic with every word. The moment she mentioned Kokonoi, Ran gave a lazy hum.

“Yeah, I’ll tell Koko.” A faint smirk tugged at his mouth. “He’s gonna bitch about scheduling for ten minutes then pretend he doesn’t care.”

Then came the part about Sanzu’s stash.

The warehouse fell quiet for exactly two seconds.

Then Sanzu barked out a laugh so sudden one of the captives physically flinched.

“Tell her she touches my chemicals and I’m filing a human rights complaint.”

“You don’t have rights,” Rindo said flatly.

Ran actually laughed this time, soft and genuine, shoulders shaking once before he leaned back again.

“You hear that, princess? Sanzu says no.” A pause. “Which means I can probably convince him if I annoy him enough.”

“Ran.”

“I’ll buy her replacements if she behaves.”

“She’s literally stealing.”

“She’s an engineer,” Ran corrected lazily. “That’s just science-flavored crime.”

Then her long dramatic kiss came through the speaker.

“Mwaaaaaah, love you.”

And just like that, the warehouse changed again for a second. Tiny shift. Tiny warmth. Like somebody opened a window in a room full of gunpowder.

Ran’s expression softened before he could stop it.

“…Yeah,” he murmured quietly, almost automatic. “Love you too, kitten.”

But the call had already ended.

Silence.

Ran stared at the dead screen another second before lowering the phone slowly. The softness vanished from his face in layers, smooth and seamless, like silk being pulled back over a k*nife. By the time he looked up again, Bonten’s executive was back.

Still, the ghost of amusement lingered at the corner of his mouth.

“She sounds exhausting,” Sanzu muttered.

“She is,” Ran answered immediately.

Then he slipped the phone into his pocket and stood from the container with fluid grace, expensive shoes landing softly on concrete. The captive on the floor tensed instantly when Ran approached again.

Because now the break was over.

Ran rolled his shoulders once before glancing toward Rindo casually.

“After this,” he said, “remind me to order her food to the lab before she passes out and starts haunting the chemistry department.”

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I can't unsee it.

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Hello everyone again 😁😁 I'm back with a full story and it's going to be on Wattpad and AO3!! This is not my first one to write ✍🏻 but the first one to publish.

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> 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘗𝘛𝘚𝘋 𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳 <

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𝑻𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆: 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝘼𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 ?

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : Alice Kokūkai is a masterpiece of contradictions. To the world, she is the "spoiled rotten" heiress of a Yakuza empire, shielded by a guardian who erases anyone who dares to touch her. To the students of Echelon Academy, she is a doll—beautiful, silent, and terrifyingly void.

But Alice is a short-circuiting system. Behind the designer clothes and the lethal martial arts lies a "Black Wall" of amnesia and a past that was incinerated in a jet crash 12 years ago.

When she meets Cassian de Laurent, the Academy’s "Cold King," her fractured mind recognizes a frequency it shouldn't know. But Alexander Harrington, the Economics prodigy with an obsessive streak, sees her as the ultimate asset to seize.

Caught between a Warlord who owns her, a Ghost who remembers her, and a Rival who wants to control her, Alice must face the only question that matters before the pressure shatters her completely:

Who are you, Alice?

https://www.wattpad.com/story/408930649?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading_part_end&wp_uname=Bunny_289

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𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙞, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢 *⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*.｡⁠*⁠♡✧⁠*⁠。

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Part 1:

It was evening when Nagi got out alone for shopping for some personal things in nearby market in Tokyo, it was almost his first month since he got eliminated from Blue lock.

He was standing there in the snack aisle, tall frame slightly hunched over the cart handle, gray eyes half-lidded with the usual bored expression.

He’s wearing a loose gray hoodie, black joggers, and sneakers—nothing flashy, just comfortable enough to get this chore over with.

One hand lazily scrolls on his phone while the other pushes the cart forward inch by inch.

Everything was normal as he was moving between people and aisles, just people passing by and looking at items, and one toddler; a babygirl toddling back and forth, well that's what he thought.

He barely registers the cart feeling lighter for a second. Too much effort to care. Probably nothing.

Then the voice behind him.

“𝑬𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚” He turns his head slowly, white hair falling slightly over one eye as he looks down—way down—at the short girl holding the toddler.

She was a foreign, 5'2" girl with fair skin waist length brown hair and hazel doll-eyes wearing a black jacket, underneath it a white cropped top and black sweatpants and black sneakers, handing him a box of controller —that happened to be in his cart two minutes ago— carrying a baby girl in the age of ~2 years old with chubby cheeks and hands —the same one was toddling around— trying hard to getting the box back from her while she was holding it up out of the reach then just with one little stern look from her, the little girl curled her fists towards her and hide in the girl's neck and started crying.

The box of controllers is extended toward him.

His gaze flicks from the box to the crying kid burying her face in the girl’s neck, then back to the box.

"𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚" She whispered again and turned to her,which happened their cart to be next to his, she started trying to coax the babygirl to look at her but she's still crying and hiding

“...𝑨𝒉” He reaches out with one long arm, taking the controller box without a word at first.

Places it back in his cart with zero urgency. The toddler is still sniffling and hiding.

He blinks once. Twice. Stares at the scene for a few seconds like he’s processing whether this is worth any energy.

“...𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆.” His voice is low, flat, almost monotone. Like he’s reading a line from a script he doesn’t care about.

“𝑲𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒊, 𝒃𝒖𝒕... 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓.” He glances at the crying girl again.

Doesn’t smile—Nagi doesn’t really do smiles—but his expression softens just a fraction. Barely noticeable.

Then his eyes shift to y/n, lingering for a moment on her face, the way she's trying to calm her.

“...𝑺𝒉𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏. 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚.” He pauses, like even that sentence took effort.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚.” He turns back to his cart, pushing it forward half a step, but doesn’t actually move away yet. Just stands there, scrolling his phone again with one thumb.

“...𝑪𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.” Muttered so quietly it’s almost lost in the store noise. He doesn’t look back when he says it.

“𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔.” Y/N said smiling and turned to continue her shopping, reading on some items as she put the babygirl down but she toddled back towards him, mirroring him in everything he does and giving him unnecessary items with a “𝐓𝐚!”.

Nagi watches y/n smile and turn away, already planning to just shuffle down the aisle and finish this shopping nonsense so he can go home and lie down.

He pushes the cart forward one lazy step— and then feels a tiny tug on his joggers.

He looks down slowly.

The toddler is back.

Standing right by his leg, chubby arms stretched up, holding out a random pack of gummy bears she clearly grabbed from a low shelf.

“𝐓𝐚!”

She beams up at him, rocking on her little feet, waiting for him to take it.

Nagi blinks. Once. Stares at the gummies like they’re a complicated puzzle.

“...𝑯𝒖𝒉.” He doesn’t move for a second.

Then, with the absolute minimum effort, he crouches down just enough to be closer to her height—still towering over her, though.

His long fingers carefully take the pack from her tiny hands and drop it into his cart without even looking.

“...𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔.” Voice flat, but quiet. Almost gentle.

She immediately toddles to the nearest shelf again, grabs a small bag of marshmallows this time, and waddles right back.

“𝐓𝐚!”

Offers it up with both hands, eyes sparkling.

Nagi sighs under his breath, the tiniest exhale.

“...𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒊.” But he takes the marshmallows anyway. Puts them in the cart.

She does it again. This time it’s a box of chocolate biscuits.

“𝐓𝐚!”

He accepts it. Adds it.

Fourth time: a tiny plush keychain shaped like a sloth that was hanging on a display.

“𝐓𝐚!”

Nagi pauses mid-motion. Stares at the sloth for a long second.

“...𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆’𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅.” He mutters it so low only he can hear, then slips the sloth keychain into his hoodie pocket instead of the cart.

Finally, he glances over at y/n—still a few steps away, focused on items.

His voice is quiet, lazy, carrying just enough to reach y/n.

“...𝑯𝒆𝒚. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒅’𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒕.” Pause.

“...𝑺𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.” He doesn’t smile, but his gray eyes linger on the toddler as she starts looking for the next item to gift him, clearly having decided he’s her new favorite person.

Y/N looked at him confused then looked down at her cousin then back and forth between both their carts.

“𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒏𝒐!” Y/N sighed taking the random stuff to put them back their places

“𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕” Y/N answered while putting everything back meanwhile the toddler started squeaking and putting some of the same things back from the shelfs again.

Nagi watches y/n start pulling the random snacks out of his cart, gray eyes tracking her movements without much expression. The toddler squeaks in protest, tiny hands grabbing at a bag of chips y/n's trying to return to the shelf.

He doesn’t move to help. Just stands there, one hand in his hoodie pocket, the other loosely holding his phone.

“...𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍.” Voice low and slow, like always.

“𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒖𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚.” He glances down at the little girl as she determinedly toddles back to his cart, clutching a small pack of Pocky now, stretching up on her tiptoes to drop it in.

“𝐓𝐚!”

She looks proud of herself.

Nagi exhales softly through his nose—closest thing to a sigh he’ll give.

“...𝑺𝒆𝒆? 𝑺𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕.” He finally shifts, crouching down again to her level. Long fingers gently take the Pocky from her, but instead of putting it back on the shelf, he just holds it for a second, looking at her.

“...𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒉𝒖𝒉.” It’s not really a question. More like he’s observing something mildly interesting.

Then, without looking up at the y/n:

“...𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓. 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒚 𝒊𝒕.” Straightens up slowly, white hair falling back over one eye.

“𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒕.” He pauses, gaze flicking to y/n briefly.

“...𝑼𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔.” Shrugs one shoulder, barely.

“𝑼𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖.” The toddler, sensing victory, immediately starts scanning the shelves again for her next offering.

“𝑶𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒏𝒐, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍... 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚. 𝑰'𝒎 y/n 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆” Y/N pointed down to the little girl with fair skin same color eyes as her but not the shape and short golden yellow hair, hope looked up giving him a slow four teeths smile (two up two down). Y/n stopped taking the things back to the shelf and just let him deal with her as she went back reading between two items.

Nagi glances at y/n when she introduced herself, gray eyes flicking up from the toddler for half a second.

“...y/n” He repeats it once, low and flat, like testing if the name is worth remembering. Then his gaze drops back down to the little girl—Hope—who’s now grinning up at him with those four tiny teeth, completely unbothered by the earlier crying.

“...𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆, 𝒉𝒖𝒉.” He crouches down again, slowly, until he’s almost at her level. Doesn’t smile back—Nagi’s face stays mostly blank—but he tilts his head a little, white hair shifting.

“𝑯𝒆𝒚.” Voice softer than usual. Barely above a murmur.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.” Hope responds by immediately grabbing the hem of his hoodie and tugging lightly, then pointing enthusiastically at a shelf of colorful candy pouches just within her reach.

“𝐓𝐚… 𝐭𝐚!” She wants him to get them for her.

Nagi sighs—quiet, resigned.

“...𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒊.” But he still reaches up with one long arm, effortlessly plucking a small pack of fruit-flavored candies from the shelf. He holds it in front of her face for a second, like checking if that’s really what she wants.

“𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆?”

Hope nods vigorously and makes grabby hands.

He lowers it into her tiny palms, letting her hold it. Then straightens up, looking over at y/n—still comparing items a couple steps away.

“...𝑺𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆.” Pause. He scratches the back of his neck lazily.

“𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇? ” Sounds almost... confused. Like he genuinely doesn’t get why anyone would bother getting angry at a kid this small.

“...𝑾𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅.”

He glances down again as Hope triumphantly drops the candy pack into his cart with a proud “𝐓𝐚!”

Then, very quietly:

“...𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.”

He pulls out his phone again, thumb scrolling slowly, but he doesn’t move the cart away.

Just stays standing there, letting Hope use his leg like a support post as she scans for the next treasure.

“𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒚𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏” Y/N opened her palms smiling at Hope waiting for her then smiled up at him.

Hope hears y/n voice and turns her head, golden curls bouncing. She looks between y/n and Nagi for a second, then clutches the pack of strawberry marshmallows she just grabbed like it’s treasure.

She doesn’t move toward y/n's open hands right away. Instead, she toddles one step closer to Nagi’s leg, hugs it quickly with both chubby arms, then lets go and finally waddles over to y/n.*

She lifts her arms up, wanting to be picked up, but before y/n scoop her she turns back to Nagi, waves one tiny hand, and gives him another proud four-tooth grin.

“𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐞𝐞…!” Voice small and squeaky, dragging the word out.

Nagi crouched a little, watching the whole thing with that same half-lidded stare. When she hugs his leg he doesn’t flinch or pull away—just lets it happen, one hand loosely in his pocket.

After she waves, he lifts his free hand just a couple centimeters off his thigh in the laziest possible wave back.

“...𝑩𝒚𝒆.”Voice quiet, almost lost under the store music.

Then his gray eyes flick up to y/n, lingering for a second on her smile.

“...𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓.” He straightens up slowly, white hair falling back into place.

Pauses, like he’s considering saying something else, but decides it’s too much effort.

“...𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.” He doesn’t move his cart yet. Just stands there, watching as y/n start to turn away with Hope, one long finger absentmindedly spinning the sloth keychain he pocketed earlier.

Nagi shuffles forward in the checkout line, cart half-full of actual groceries plus a ridiculous pile of random snacks and candies courtesy of Hope. He’s staring at his phone screen, thumb scrolling idly through some mobile game, gray eyes glazed over with boredom.

He takes one lazy step forward —and feels a small tug at the bottom of his joggers. Something warm and tiny bumping against his shins.

He glances down slowly.

Hope has escaped again. She’s wedged herself right between his legs, standing there like it’s the safest spot in the world, both chubby hands gripping the fabric of his pants. She looks up at him with those big hazel eyes, four-tooth grin flashing, and gives another gentle tug.

“...𝐔𝐩?” Soft, hopeful voice. She lifts her arms toward him, clearly wanting to be carried.

Nagi freezes for a second. Blinks down at her.

“...𝑯𝒖𝒉.” He looks ahead in the line. Y/N's a few feet away, turned toward an older woman—maybe chatting, maybe asking something—paying no attention yet.

Hope tugs again, a little more insistently this time.

“𝐔𝐩… 𝐮𝐩!” She bounces on her toes.

Nagi exhales through his nose. Long, quiet, resigned. “...𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒊.”

Kokonoi's "Daddy Rules" Book for Y/N —Part 1—:

(Handwritten in his neat, sharp script on expensive black leather-bound paper, tucked away in the nightstand drawer like a private He updates it when she's asleep, with that smug little tongue-poke when he adds something new. It's equal parts possessive, protective, teasing, and calculated—just like him. Light DDLG vibes mixed with his money-obsessed, cat-like personality, but always with that underlying affection he tries to hide.)

Preamble (in his handwriting):

Principessa, these aren't suggestions. They're rules. Break them and there will be consequences—ones you'll beg for, or ones you'll pout through. I calculate risks for a living; don't make me recalculate yours. You belong to me. Act like it.

— Daddy (Hajime)

Core Rules (Non-Negotiable):

1. Always call me Daddy:

In private, in whispers, in texts, in bed. No exceptions. If you slip and say "Hajime," expect a slow, teasing reminder until you get it right. (Bonus:Italian pet names earn extra cuddles.)

2. No decisions about money without consulting me first:

Your tuition, shopping sprees, even coffee runs. I handle the numbers. You just look pretty and say "thank you, Daddy." (This one's 80% protectiveness, 20% control freak. He won't admit the first part.)

3. Bedtime is sacred:

Lights out by midnight during uni weeks (11 PM if you have early lectures). No scrolling TikTok or studying past it unless I approve. If you're bratty and stay up, Daddy will personally tuck you in... with handcuffs if needed.

4. Cuddles are mandatory:

Every night, every morning, and whenever you feel "off." You come to me first. No bottling up emotions. Tell Daddy what's wrong, or I'll figure it out myself—and you know I'm good at calculations.

5. Outfit approval:

Especially satin nightgowns, short skirts, or anything with lace. Send pics before leaving the penthouse. If I like it, you get rewarded. If I don't... you change. (He loves seeing you in glossy white. It's his weakness.)

6. No touching yourself without permission: Your pleasure belongs to me. Ask nicely (bonus points for "pretty please, Daddy"). Edge yourself if I say so, but finish only when I allow. Teasing you is one of my favorite investments.

I don't know why but I feel this song fit Izana toxic personality

But does he know you call me when he sleeps?

But does he know the pictures that you keep?

But does he know the reasons that you cry?

Or tell me, does he know where your heart lies?