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“Sanzu!” You exclaim in surprise, clearly shocked with his sudden appearance. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

Of course you weren’t. It wouldn’t be a surprise if you knew he was coming. The shock on your face dies down once your eyes flicker to the bag in his hand. “Is that…food? My favorite?”

Recognizing the bag, he watches as the excitement and happiness floods your eyes—they were practically sparkling, with how delighted you were.

And yeah, that was what Sanzu wanted to see. That was the reason why he stood in line for 47 minutes, stared at the menu for another 10, before just deciding to buy a little bit of everything from the restaurant. That way, he’d get your favorites (all of em) and maybe you’d even find new things you’d like from there.

“Yeah. I was passing by the area, you didn’t eat breakfast, right?” Complete utter lie, everything from that sentence was. For one, he knew you didn’t eat breakfast because you never do. Second, he finished his mission two hours early just so he wouldn’t run the risk of the store closing.

“No, I didn’t.” You say happily, taking the bag. “Thank you Sanzu.” 

So cute. So adorable. Everything about you felt like a drug he didn’t know about yet, but it’s stronger then what he’s ever taken in his life. He can’t stop, and the promise of being addicted to insanity is something that Sanzu couldn’t turn down, especially when it comes in the form of you.

But just before he could say anything else, a voice interrupts him.

One that he knows very well.

“Who’s at the door, doll?” 

The low timbre, deep, yet oddly teasing and mellow at the same time, Sanzu would’ve been a fool to miss the voice that he hears everyday—because it belong to Ran fucking Haitani. Who appeared just right next to you, his back pressed against yours, one hand on the frame and the other on the door right behind you. His eyes zones in on Sanzu before his mouth stretches into a small smirk. 

What the fuck.

Wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair dripping wet, Ran looks like he just came straight out of the shower. Somehow, he makes it look gentlemanly, like if he were to stroll into a high end restaurant like that, no one would dare to blink twice at it. If there was anything that the older Haitani does better than all the other Bonten members, it was to appear as classy as a high class diamond. Or really, to appear as anything other then what he actually was—a dirty, fucking, criminal. 

A devil in Saint robes, a wolf in sheep's clothing, Ran’s smile looks everything like a sweet, friendly one that you give to a colleague. Even if his eyes are telling an entirely different story completely.

It seems that he didn’t like the fact that Sanzu was here either.

“Ran, you’re done already?” When you turn around, your eyes met his face before it lowers, and lowers—until it lands on the thin towel that hung low, showcasing his abs and his deep, set V-line, decorated with tattoos that only lingered on the right side of his body.

And you blush, right down to your neck and collarbone, turning your face away and looking down as if ashamed of where your gaze ended. 

In the back of his pissed off mind, Sanzu wonders if this was the type of men you like. Men who show a certain charm of elegance in everything they do, in every word they whisper or say. A clean, sophisticated look, never a hair out of place and the smell of cologne always prominent. A promise of a high end life with a higher end man. 

Is this what you wanted? Men like him? 

It was no secret that Ran Haitani had buried his dick in some of the most incredible women in the world. He’s been with countless girls, and he’s made just as many cry. It baffles Sanzu when he hears some of the members say that he was the worst of them all, because how could he be when Ran was here? 

At least with Sanzu, he doesn’t pretend to be what he’s not. He sleeps and he’s gone by morning. But Ran? 

Ran liked to play the long game. Liked putting lights into girls eyes, and loves taking it away when they least expect it. “Let yourself get hungry, and the food will taste even better.” is what he would say, that smile that girls find oh so charming on his face the entire time.

Sanzu thinks it’s disgusting, but you…

You like it, and Sanzu hates that it only took him one look to know.

“I’ve been done for a while,” Ran replies, his smile widening. “But the clothes you gave me didn’t quite fit.” 

Nodding in understanding, you turn to Sanzu. “I’ll be right back, let me get Ran some clothes!” You rush away, leaving only him and Ran in the doorway, Sanzu breaks face.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” His questions comes out scratchy and venomous, just as every bit as he intended it to. Ran, however, doesn’t seem fazed. 

“I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to be here,” There’s something about the way that the smile stays on Ran’s face that makes Sanzu really want to wipe it off. Whether with a gun, or a knife, anything will do at this point. “I’m just keeping my beautiful doll company, that’s all.”

It’s really sad that Mikey doesn’t allow in-fighting, or else Sanzu would’ve strangled this fuck head by now. Especially the way that he says, “My” like he already owns you and has you wrapped around his perfectly trimmed fingers. “She’s not one of your dolls, so you can fuck off with the prince charming act.”

Sanzu doesn’t want to see it, he doesn’t want to see what he’s seen so many times before. The women that come chasing Ran, desperate for the attention that he once gave them. Driving themselves mad for a man that didn’t really exist—one that was just playing a game the entire time.

He does not want to see that look on you. Sanzu didn’t care about it on other women. Every time those girls came knocking on their headquarters, Sanzu never once hesitated to kick them out. Only a small portion of him felt pity for them, but he never blamed them for falling as hard as they did. Ran Haitani played the role of the perfect lover too perfectly, and god knows that one goes crazy for love—from love.

To his utter amazement, Ran’s face clouded. Shaking his head, the lilac eyes that Sanzu has known to carry little to no real emotion hardens. “I’m not acting. None of what I do with her is an act.”

Sanzu could handle being electrocuted—he has been, once. When he got caught in an enemy base and they attempted to get information out of him. One time, he’s even been maim by a lion—courtesy of Koko’s pet. Those things? He could handle it just fine.

But Ran Haitani, saying something like that and looking like he actually means it? Now that was something that left him reeling.

It could all be a lie, it could all be another act or ploy. But if there was anyone in the world who could change Ran, then it would be you.

Because you changed him, Sanzu Haruchiyo, into someone he didn’t recognize. So was it really surprising that you did the same, for Ran?

“Go home, Sanzu.” Ran says, he’s tone firm. “Let me have this.”

Immediately, Sanzu understands.

Men like him really were the worst.

When you come back, bigger clothes in hand, you come in just in time to see Ran closing the door. Somehow, the gentle clicks rings all throughout your apartment, as if it was signifying something.

“Huh? Did Sanzu leave?” You ask, disappointment lacing your voice.

Ran doesn’t like that, he doesn’t like it at all. But he smiles anyway. “Yes, busy man, isn’t he? Kind of him to drop this off for you though.”

The takeout box that Sanzu brought sat on top of the shoe box near your door. The familiar title of one of your favorite restaurants is printed on the bag in big, bold letters. “Oh? It’s from your favorite restaurant, too.”

It’s famous—this restaurant. And one you don’t typically visit because of the price, but Sanzu knew it was your favorite. He knew that you enjoyed it, and he most likely waited in line to get you everything.

Everything, because Ran thinks that Sanzu quite literally brought everything from the menu.

If his smile falters upon this realization, Ran hopes that you don’t take notice.

“Yes, Sanzu is very sweet when he wants to be.” There’s a fond look that glazes over your beautiful eyes when you say this. And Ran usually loves it, loves any expression that points to you being happy.

But when it’s Sanzu who brings out that look, Ran thinks, rather selfishly, that he’d rather see you frown.

He really is a bad man, a bad man through and through.

“Well? Should we finish our movie? It might turn off if we’re away for too long.” As you say this, you grab the take out box from his hand, turning around as you attempt to make your way back to the living room.

With Sanzu’s sudden appearance, Ran completely forgot about the movie that you guys were enjoying. You’ve been wanting to see it for a while, and when you asked him to join, Ran did not hesitate for a second to say yes. (Because he never tells you no, he doesn’t think he can. The thought of denying you anything you want, and possibly making you sad, makes him physically ill.)

But right now, the movie is the last thing on his mind.

From behind, he envelopes you in an embrace. Burying his face in your neck as he hugs you. Even if he had to lean down and crane his neck uncomfortably due to the height difference, Ran doesn’t care. 

He just wants to know the answer to his question, because he’s never been the one to shy away from confrontation. “Do you like him? Men like him?” He asks, and you still.

“Him?”

Although you repeat a part of the question back, Ran knew you understood what he was asking about.

Sanzu Haruchiyo was a lot of things.

An attractive face, the perfect balance of masculine and femininity. From his long lashes to his clear, porcelain like skin. Sanzu was a doll that came to life, the picture perfect one that all girls in their childhood years wished to own. To even out the planes, he had a sharp jawline and strong nose, making him fierce as he was delicate. 

In every sense of the word, Sanzu was a delight to look at. 

But he was dangerous. And he possessed a certain edge that Ran knew he would never be able to offer, will never be able to pull it off quite as cleanly as Sanzu did. There’s a special charm that Sanzu owns, one that defines him and makes him unapologetically him. And maybe it was the vicious smile, or his electric blue eyes, hell, maybe it was even his savage personality. 

Whatever it may be, it had girls groveling at his feet, kissing the floors he walked on as they swore Sanzu was the thrill that all humans needed to experience at least once in their lives. 

The thrill to feel alive.

Ran hopes, truly with all his heart, that you don’t want that.

You don’t want danger, you don’t want the constant excitement and loom of a wild adventure.

Ran thinks there’s a limit of people who he could lose against. For one, Mikey—his boss, who drew people to him like bees to a golden pot of honey. Izana, his previous boss, who tiptoed the fine line of being charming yet devilish. And his mother, who wielded her beauty like a blade, her enchanting personality like a chain. It was the reason why Ran came out the way he did, all from watching his mother. Observing the type of men she brought home, the ones she liked and seemed to dislike, the ones that stayed longer then others.

It’ll be like admitting defeat, and if there’s anything in the world he won’t give up on—it would be you.

So, it comes back to this question.

“Answer me honestly, doll. Do you like him? Men who reek of danger, sin and the unknown?” You say not a word back, so Ran continues. Hoping to coax the answer he wanted to hear out of you. “Sanzu is everything that I’m not.”

It couldn’t be more true. If there was a spectrum of some kind, then Sanzu and him couldn’t have been any further apart.

If you liked men like Sanzu, then Ran stood not a chance.

Though, you seem to not think so.

“…You and Sanzu are much more alike then you think, Ran.” You say, turning around to look at him. There’s something in your expression that warns him of something, and oddly enough, makes him feel vulnerable. Like you’re seeing right through him, right down to the very depths that he wants no one to ever lay eyes on. 

Subconsciously loosening his hold, Ran tried to connect the meaning to your sentence, read between the lines.

Him? Sanzu? Alike?

“Would you leave me Ran? If you knew I was all alone with a man?” The sudden question catches him off guard, and Ran had to blink to register it.

“…No, I wouldn’t.”

You smile, and it’s beautiful. So ethereal that it blinds him for a second, stops his breath and halts his heart. “Sanzu wouldn’t either.”

He has not a clue where you’re going with this. Sanzu had already left minutes ago, and he certainly won’t be coming back anytime soon—

A knock on the door stops his train of thought.

…No way.

Perhaps he imagined it. Maybe Ran was thinking into this a little too hard. 

But then, he heard it again. Three knocks, this time more aggressive than the last. 

Your smile stretches, and you help his arms fall limply to his side. “See? Much more similar than you know.” Walking to the door with a curve to your lips, Ran had a feeling that you knew much more then you let on.

The door opens with a small creek, and someone speaks with a melodic, yet deep voice. “I had more food to bring up, you don’t mind if I join? Right?” 

There, crazed grin and clear blue eyes and all, was Sanzu. When he sees Ran, he gives him a little mocking wave. It seems that he did the opposite of what Ran told him to do, he came back.

Turning around, you flutter your eyelashes in a way that makes Ran’s knees go weak. He knew immediately then that it was game over. “The more the merrier, right Ran?” 

Ran Haitani couldn’t imagine losing to many people, but there’s now a blinking name on the list, one that starts with an S and ends with a U. 

Ran, for the life of him, doesn’t want to fill it in. 

And he won’t.

“Of course,” Flashing both you and Sanzu his best smile, Ran moves a little to the side as a gesture of welcome. “Welcome back, Sanzu.”

Men like him were the worst.