Renah

“Enjoy the peace while it lasts because as soon as Tamara and Akane wake up, all Hell breaks loose.”

She solemnly warns; however Maybelle just giggles lightly. Her voice is soft and barely above a whisper as her smile brightens the room,

“Aww. They’re so precious though.” 

Deandra chuckles in response before sitting up, setting the gun down next to her.

“I suppose they can’t be any better than Toji.”

“Aw shit. What happened this time?”

Jasmine is already laughing as she twirls the plastic straw in her mimosa.

“My girls…” 

Deandra begins.

“My Pride and Joy are angels but got the worst mouths. I heard Akane shoutin’ ‘FUCK YOU!’ the other day.”

Martha gasps into her drink.

“And Toji?!”

“He let that shit happen like it is supposed to be funny!” Deandra leans back, rolling her eyes.

“Damn.”

Jasmine bursts into more laughter as she leans into Maybelle. Deandra just grins before picking up the gun again to resume wiping it.

“And they be pushin’ around Megumi. That poor boy just take it.”

“Sounds exactly like Choso!”

Jasmine immediately follows up.

“The love of my life! A warrior. Curse - or whatever them sorcerers wanna call him - gets tossed around by a fucking four-year-old!”

She pauses dramatically.

“And Lorenzo ain’t even that big!”

Martha snorts out laughing, her glasses nearly slid off her face when she covered her mouth.

“That’s unfortunate of him!”

She squeaks.

“Damn right.”

Jasmine agrees with a wide smile before taking a sip from her drink.

“And do Choso say something? No!”

She pauses again as she takes another sip.

“He just says that Lorenzo is asserting dominance. Meanwhile, Chance clings onto his daddy for dear life and Choso accepts it like he’s a mother possum.”

Martha melts, holding her hand to her chest.

“That is so precious. Chance is turning one soon, isn’t he?”

“Yep. Gotta plan for his birthday.”

Jasmine confidently says as she finishes her drink.

“Speaking of planning…”

Martha lets out an exasperated sigh as she leans forward because ranting requires good posture.

“Kento decided to change our entire parenting plan for Kenji!”

Maybelle dramatically gasps like this is a telenovela.

“Oh no!”

“We agreed to a simple One Year Milestone plan. Easy peasy. He then changed it to Six Months instead!”

Jasmine slaps her forehead, and Deandra tilts her head while lifting a pierced brow. The latter then asks:

“He doubled his workload for a baby?”

“Printed out a binder and EVERYTHING! He has Kenji doing tummy times with a timer now! He's still not even six months yet!”

Martha squeaks out while Maybelle is wheezing. Her hand instinctively rests on her belly.

“I think Kento needs hobbies.”

She gently suggests. Martha giggles lightly while shrugging her shoulders.

“He said raising Kenji is his hobby.”

“Cute.”

Deandra dryly says while shaking her head. Maybelle is now rubbing her belly with both hands as both her feet rests on the couch.

“Satoru won’t let me lift anything heavier than a pillow.”

Martha tilts her head, and Jasmine blinks.

“The pillow?”

“He panicked when I picked up the tv remote.”

Maybelle softly explains with small giggles.

“And he carries me everywhere. Upstairs? He carries me. Bathroom? He’s there. From couch to the kitchen? Of course. I dropped one of my crotchet needles yesterday and he yelled DON’T MOVE SWEET PEA, I’LL SAVE YOU.”

Jasmine bursts into laughter again, feeling fuzzy from her mimosa.

“Oh girl, it is the baby. The moment he saw that belly get real big, he lost his damn mind. It’s like he became a bodyguard but is ironically bad at his job. Respectfully.”

Maybelle giggles shyly at her friend while taking a sip of orange juice. After a few minutes of laughter and Deandra refilling the drinks, everyone is clutching their stomachs and wiping their face masks off because the tears ruined them.

“Our husbands are disasters."

Deandra remarks.

“Affectionate disasters.”

Martha giggles while shrugging her shoulders.

"They be a handful sometimes."

Jasmine adds.

Maybelle smiles softly.

“But they are our disasters.”

A collective ‘awe’ fills the space and the wives continue to lounge as if they are not the emotional anchors for the strongest men on Earth.

~~~

A/n: And Scene!

The Carter Household

A massive penthouse sits atop of a skyscraper that rests in the epicenter of Tokyo. Its massive floor-to-ceiling windows provide an open and beautiful view of the city's skyline. The elegant front door clicks open and Toji Carter (formerly Fushiguro-Zenin)enters with big heavy footsteps and the smell of gun oil radiates from his skin. He takes in the luxurious living room fit for a 5-star celebrity as he stretches his big arms, bones popping like fireworks before he plops onto the leather couch with a huff. The long day is catching up to him.

“DAAAAAADDY!!”

Toji barely had enough time to react. In an instant, two tiny missiles shaped like twin girls launch across the living room from the hallway. Toji stands up just in time for the girls to collide directly into him causing him to stumble backwards slightly from the force. One twin has a tight grip on each of his legs.

“You two are loud.”

He chuckles while patting their heads. A large Cane Corso circle around him and the twins, sniffing for any potential threats. Toji then makes eye contact with the dog.

"Been keepin' them safe, Chip?"

A woman comes out of a nearby kitchen. She stands tall -almost as tall as Toji - and exudes the same killing aura as the large man before her. In one hand is a freshly opened cold bottle of beer which she pressed into Toji’s hand. The man instantly accepts with a dangerously loving smile.

“The girls missed you.”

She says to him, and Toji smirks at that.

“I was only gone for two days.”

He says while taking a sip of the beer. One twin whose curly hair is pulled neatly into tight pigtails - tightens her grip on her leg and then she looks up at him with the infant pout.

“That was too long!”

She complains and then she huffs angrily at her dad who gently ruffles her hair in response.

“I’m back now, Tamara.” 

He says with a chuckle causing the twins to cheer happily. Once the excitement of Toji’s return simmers, the twins detach from his legs long enough for him to sit on the couch. The woman plops next to him, one long leg crossing the other as Toji puts an arm around her. Her lip slightly curled into a smirk, lip piercing sparkling under the elegant chandelier. She gestures over to the other twin who is sporting an adorable pixie cut perfect for toddlers.

“So, the daycare called again about Akane.”

The woman’s tone is laced with annoyance and slight amusement. Toji lets out a deep chuckle before taking another sip of beer.

“That damn kid. What did she do now?

“Tried encouraging the entire class to climb up an emergency ladder.”

The couple share a quiet and deep laugh.

Toji’s wife and mother of his twin girls uncrosses her legs as she leans her body into his. The couple watch their twins excitedly run around the massive living room while the Cane Corso dog - Chip - supervises nearby on the marble floor.

A couple of minutes later, the front door clicks open again and in walks Megumi Fushiguro - covered in dirt, curse residue, and a little bit of blood. Exhausted, he immediately assessed the situation. His little sisters are awake, energized from excitement, and dangerous. The teen tries to stealthily move toward his bedroom at the end of the hallway but the toddlers are too perceptive.

“‘Gumi!”

 Akane shouts.

“Get him.”

Tamara says much quieter but deadlier.

Swiftly, they charged - directly at Megumi.

“Don’t-”

It was too late. The girls tackled him anyway. The force was enough for the young sorcerer to fall onto the ground with a thud. Chip immediately gets up from his spot.

“Tamara and Akane, be nice to your brother.”

Toji mumbles into his beer bottle. Megumi rolls his eyes as Tamara sits on his chest and pulls his hair while Akane sits on his legs to prevent him from escaping. Megumi just groans, enduring the almost daily tackle from his baby sisters.

“Deandra?” 

Megumi grumpily calls out to his stepmother. Almost immediately, she stands up and with the help of Chip, she gently nudges the twins off of him, allowing him to finally sit up.

“Thanks and hi Tamara and Akane…”

He pauses before patting the dog’s large head.

“...hi Chip.”

Deandra reaches her hand out to help him up. Megumi paused for a moment but accepted anyways. The woman effortlessly helps him back to his feet.

“I’m going to bed.”

He grumbles as Toji dismissively takes another sip of his drink.

“‘Night, kid.”

Megumi ignores him.

“‘Gumi mad at us?”

Akane asks, her big eyes slowly fill with tears. Quickly, Toji just lets out a chuckle.

“Nah, he just didn’t get to sleep in this morning, so he’s just grumpy.”

“Grumpy Gumi!”

Akane shouts, earning a sharp look from her mother.

The Kamo Household

The apartment was already loud and chaotic, but that was normal. Silence simply didn’t exist here. Music blasts from the speakers while a boy who is no more than 4 years old runs throughout the living room like he is charging into battle. 

“RAAAHH!”

His battle cry is heard from outside of the apartment door where Choso Kamo has just approached.

“Lorenzo?”

 He gasps. Quickly, he unlocked the door and entered into the already chaotic apartment. Seconds into standing in the foyer, Choso felt two small hands push against his legs. The force was too strong and quick for him to react, therefore, he immediately plummets onto the floor.

The culprit? The same boy who’s now using Choso like a climbing structure.

“Lorenzo.” Choso instantly relaxes, and a soft smile starts to surface.

The child doesn’t respond, instead he picks up an action figure that is lying close by and begins to play with it. Choso’s expression softens even more as he pats the boy on the head.

“Choso? Why are you on the floor with our son?”

A woman’s sultry voice pierces his eardrums. Immediately, Choso follows that voice and the woman before him nearly stops his heart. She stands tall and confident while wearing a short silk night dress that shows off her shining legs. On her hip is a much smaller boy, and he shyly holds onto his mother’s braids.

“J-Jasmine. I’m home.”

Choso softly says cheeks burning from the sight of his wife. Jasmine chuckles and she notices the baby on her hip reaching out to his father. She leans down enough for Choso to gently grab his other son from her hold.

“Hi Chance. I’ve missed you.”

Choso says on the brink of tears. His face is as soft as ever as he holds the baby closer to him. Amused but also smitten, Jasmine sits on the floor next to him.

“Your boys missed you too.” she says.

“Even Lorenzo?”

Choso asks, his gaze focuses on the son in his lap who is still playing with the action figure. Not once did he acknowledge his dad aside from pushing him to the ground.

“Of course Lorenzo missed you! He knew you were on a dangerous mission with Yuji.”

Jasmine confidently reassures him before kissing his cheek.

“He doesn’t act like it sometimes.”

Choso mumbles with slight sadness. His wife giggles before she plants another kiss on his cheek. Then another. Then another.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.”

She breathes out before nibbling gently on his ear. Choso’s face is swiftly covered in red flush as the grip on his son loosens slightly. The baby, however, has already drifted to sleep in his arms. Jasmine continues to plant kisses on her husband’s neck and then down his shoulders.

“Our boys are right here.”

Choso gently reminds her and the woman smirks at him as she begins standing back up. Her dress exposes much of her red lace underwear to him.

“We’ll finish this later, husband.” 

She flirtatiously winks at him. Choso remains sat, completely flushed and flustered.

"Fuck....."

The Nanami Household

The door softly clicks open and Kento Nanami drags himself into the apartment after a long day of paperwork and nonstop meetings. He places his briefcase down on the table while exhaling an exhausted huff. 

The apartment was warm, clean, organized, and best of all, peaceful - exactly how Nanami liked it. Soft classical music plays from the small speaker in the common area and the sweet smell of lavender from freshly washed laundry linger in the air. A maltese dog happily trotted over to him while her fluffy white tail wags enthusiastically. Nanami notices a small pee spot left by the dog ,and he clears his throat to fight back a chuckle.

“I see you are very excited to see me, Cotton.”

The dog releases a series of happy sneezes while sniffing his feet.

“Kentoooo”

A soft voice sings from the hallway bathroom. A petite woman quickly emerges from it and on her hip is a small baby wrapped loosely in a soft blue towel. His skin glistens from the water lingering on his skin, fresh out of the bath.

“Martha.”

Nanami greets. His usual rigid posture completely relaxes. In spite of his cool tone, he can barely contain the excitement of seeing his family. As soon as the baby sees his dad, his entire face lights up, and he squeals in pure joy. His chubby arms reach out, begging to be held. Nanami wasted no time scooping his son onto his arms, ignoring the fact that the baby is still drenched in water.

Martha gladly lets her husband take the baby out of her arms. Nanami holds his son close, noticing he still smells like soap from the bath. 

“About the paperwork…”

His wife begins as she uses a microfiber cloth to wipe her glasses. Her words start to spill at a rapid but concise pace, and Kento Nanami listens to every word.

“...I’ve finished typing out the summary for the quarterly sales report, and I have emailed them to your regional manager for you. Also, our daycare sent out a mass email to all of the parents confirming they will be closing indefinitely. So, I reached out to other daycares, and I have jotted down all of their amenities, rates, and hours of operations. We can determine which one of these fits best for Kenji and our work schedules."

Martha pulls out a folder and in it are neatly written and detailed notes about the aforementioned schools. Nanami intently reads over the notes processing the information as his son chews on his tie.

After such a long day in the corporate world and dealing with the occasional curse, Nanami is finally home. His wife, son, and fluffy dog are always there to greet him at the door. His home is peaceful and quiet. For that, he basks in the tranquility he is finally able to enjoy.

Until…

“WELCOME HOME KENNY!”

Nanami froze, Martha held back a giggle, and Kenji bursts into laughter because not too far away in the pristine living room is an enclosure. Inside the enclosure sits a brightly colored parrot, sitting on his perch like a chaotic warlord. He puffs his chest and flaps his wings happily.

“WELCOME HOME KENNY!!!”

The bird exclaims, and Nanami rubs his face while huffing out a breath.

“I am going to rehome Shakespeare.”

He groaned, but there was a faint smile poking at the corner of his lips.

The Gojo Household

The penthouse was quiet save for the television playing softly in the background. The only other sound was the distant hum of the Tokyo city below. Satoru Gojo steps into the apartment with a sigh. His usual arrogance melts away and his expression softens a bit the more he steps into his place. After removing his blindfold, the Six Eyes glow faintly in the dim lights. Then he saw her. The reason he has a home in the first place.

He already wasn’t in a great mood upon entering, but his eyes lit up instantly when he saw the woman curled up on an absurdly large and fluffy bean bag chair, fast asleep. One hand is gently resting over her belly. The sight alone stopped him in his tracks completely because despite all of his power, nothing grounded him faster than seeing the love of his life and her swollen belly that carries their unborn baby.

Gojo smiled - really smiled. The kind of smile that is genuine happiness.

Quietly, he crossed the room in only a few steps, being observed by a tuxedo cat that was perched on the top of his tower. Lying protectively next to the woman is a tiny yorkie, who has a look of pure anger on his face as he watches Gojo get closer. The dog growls slightly but the sorcerer ignores him. Infinity turns off as soon as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on the woman’s head.

“Hey, Maybelle.”

His voice was soft - softer than it has ever been. Maybelle’s eyes slowly opened as she softly stirred awake, and the moment she saw him, she smiled.

“'Ru?”

The strongest sorcerer alive practically melts on the spot at hearing his wife’s voice.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Maybelle sits up slightly, still sleepy. She softly yawns and Gojo gently places his hand on her belly. His eyes somehow burn even brighter when he feels the baby inside shift. The woman’s soft hand rests above his.

“Heyy Satoru Jr! I just took out an entire nest of special grade curses BY MYSELF! I am so awesome!”

Gojo smiles brightly, proud of himself. Maybelle just giggles at him while gently patting his head with her other hand.

“We’re not naming our baby that.”

She softly says to him before letting out another laugh that always makes his heart jump. He kisses her gently while one hand is rubbing circles on her belly, and as if the baby can sense him, the baby kicks causing Maybelle to wince slightly.

“I think our little one knows you’re home.”

Her voice was soft as she leaned more into Gojo’s touch.

Instantly, Gojo scooped her up into his arms. The strongest sorcerer alive, a legend, terrifying force of nature, and biggest show-off in the Jujutsu world holds his wife like she is the most precious artifact ever. Maybelle reached up and touched his cheek.

“I love you.”

She says and Gojo kisses her deeply.

“I love you too.”

He carefully walks her to their shared bedroom, passing by a nursery filled with unopened boxes and a half-finished crib. Gojo gently lays his wife down on the giant fluffy bed, allowing her to rest fully. The little dog quickly jumped onto the ottoman and launched himself onto the bed next to Maybelle to continue with protection. Gojo turns and sees the cat is still staring at them from the tower.

“Bubbles and Levi made sure you were safe.”

He mumbles, just quiet enough so it wouldn’t wake his pregnant wife again.

~~~~~

A/n: I hope y'all enjoyed!

Summary:

Satoru Gojo is still the strongest sorcerer alive.

He is also a husband AND about to become a dad!

In an alternate universe where domestic chaos takes center stage, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, and Toji Carter (formerly Fushiguro-Zenin) are married men who still have to deal with cursed missions and dangerous enemies on top of their terrifying realities as fathers.

Their wives - Maybelle, Martha, Jasmine, and Deandra - are best friends and emotional anchors of the strongest men in the Jujutsu World. These women prove that power doesn't always mean destruction after dealing with daycare disasters, their husbands' unorthodox parenting styles, and children with terrifying potential.

This fic features feral dad energy, unhinged domestic comedy, pets with better instincts than the adult humans, and the future generation of Jujustu sorcerers explore the world around them!

Disclaimer: This is going to be more of a sitcom than a long story, so instead of chapters there will be 'episodes'. Enjoy!

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The Strongest Comes Home

Husband Roast for Brunch

The Sunshine Baby

Twin Trouble at the Daycare

Hallway Troubles

So many interesting and eventful stories have been shared tonight, leaving many of the Toman executives baffled by each other’s sexual escapades. Draken is still giving his leader a piercing side eye due to the unexpected revelation of Mikey’s story while Takemitchi finds himself bewildered at Angry who was so proud of sharing his story about the threesome he had behind the restraunt.

“You guys are so fucking weird.” Draken remarks while heaving out an exasperated sigh.

Amused, Baji just chuckles before stating in a matter-of-fact tone:

“Says the man who fucked Hanma’s wife while he watched! Did you fuck him too?!”

“No!”

The vice commander immediately denies it, but judging from the red dusting his cheeks and the guilty expression on his face, there is more to the story than what he initially shared with the rest of the gang. Everyone around the table notices; however, they silently agreed not to question him further once they realize who is next to share their craziest sex story.

An anxious Hakkai just takes a big gulp from his wine glass. His swallow echoed throughout the room as the gang wait for him to tell his story.

“It’s not really crazy, honestly.” The youngest Shiba admits.

“It can’t be as boring as Smiley’s.”

Mitsuya drunkenly points out while letting out a series of laughs. The older twin just chuckles at the comment as he leans back in his chair. He crosses his arms and while never dropping the grin on his face he states:

“If you consider my story boring, then I can’t imagine the disgusting shit you’ve been into.”

“If only you knew, Nahoya Kawata.”

Mitsuya slurs out before subtly leaning closer to Baji. The only person who managed to notice the small gesture was Chifuyu who just brushes it off as Mitsuya’s drunken antics.

“I don’t know. The part about Smiley making the girl vomit was a bit unnerving - not to mention disgusting.” Peh-yan interjects.

“Yeah, it’s honestly disturbing that you got so aroused by that.” Chifuyu shares his agreement.

Put off by the most recent remark, Kazutora shoots a smirk straight at the 5th division’s vice-captain. With him being almost as drunk as Mitsuya, Kazutora just burst out laughing once he thinks back to just weeks ago.

“Are you still upset about getting caught with your girlfriend?!”

Now, it is Baji’s turn to laugh only to end up coughing due to still being in the middle of taking a sip of his drink. The rest of the gang immediately starts chuckling while Chifuyu’s face is dusted with red. Although embarrassed, he speaks up to defend himself:

“Dumbass, you left your phone unmuted while you fucked your girlfriend! We all had to sit there and listen to your gross pet names!”

The 5th division captain laughs even louder as the alcohol in his system slowly takes control of his actions. With the little sobriety he has left, he uses the pink hair tie on his wrist to pull his long dark hair into a ponytail. As he does that, he states:

“Both of you find the worst times to fuck your girlfriends!”

“That’s rich coming the guy who always gets caught fucking in parking lots!”

Immediately came Chifuyu’s rebuttal, causing the laughter in the room to become louder.

A few minutes of laughter has gone by and Mikey is the first to speak though his chuckles are still heard.

“It is still Hakkai’s turn to share.”

He states, and then the rest of the men quickly bring their attention back to Hakkai whose face is blushing red. He leans forward, putting his elbows on the table while resting his head in his hand. After taking a deep breath, he reluctantly shares his crazy story.

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Hanma thought it would be funny to blow cigarette smoke into your pussy. He has a broken nose now. (Off to a great start lol)

Sanzu often thinks about whether or not he has a bigger dick than Mikey

Shion's favorite sex position is reverse cowgirl because of how fast it makes him cum. He also cums so hard that he quickly gets overstimulated

Speaking of Shion's love for overstimulation, he'll stay in that position until he's sobbing and shooting blanks

Izana has a peculiar habit of lifting your skirt and smacking your ass no matter the location

Yuzuha's favorite place to sit is on your face (as the Queen should!)

Rindou has an entire playlist for sex. These are all songs that he has mixed himself

Don't complain about period cramps around Benkei because he will definitely love to fuck the cramps out of you

Kisaki's favorite method of punishing you is by handcuffing your hands to the bed and edging you with toys for hours

Wrap a fruit roll up around Nahoya's dick and suck it until the candy dissolves will cause him to propose on the spot

Mitsuya secretly taught Inupi the trick of getting girls to squirt with just his fingers

The slow and romantic love-making types are SHINICHIRO, KAKUCHO, HAKKAI, MITSUYA, Kokonoi, Souya, Benkei, Peh, Rindou, Chifuyu, Sanzu, South, and Mucho

Baji has volunteered you to model for Mitsuya's newest and sexiest lingerie set

One day, Rindou accidentally walked in on Ran holding a cucumber. He quickly left before he could witness what could happen next.

Kokonoi writes erotica novels using sexual experiences told by members of Toman and Black Dragons

Takemichi made Hinata cum by just sucking on her nipples

Wakasa once sprayed whipped cream all over your pussy and proceeded to lick it completely clean

Who lives for fucking while being recorded? (wannabe pornstars lol) HANMA, SOUTH, RAN, Sanzu, and Shion.

Ran has MANY sex tapes with his ex-girlfriends

Surprisingly, Hanma has a low body count (less than 10 people)

Mitsuya never had a threesome until Baji randomly showed up at his studio with you - his girlfriend

These dudes LOVE to have their faces to be sat on. SHION, HANMA, SOUTH, Kokonoi, Shinichiro, Takeomi, Mikey, and Mucho

Kisaki likes head more than sex because it makes him feel more dominant

South gets so filthy when he is eating your pussy, so prepare for him to also give your ass some attention too. Honestly, he'll worship your entire body with his tongue

Inupi is actually really self-conscious when it comes to sex so please reassure him

Pah-chin and his wife are members of the Mile-High club

Draken's dirty talk NEEDS improvement. "You wanna be fucked, bitch?" he asks in a monotone voice, completely destroying the mood

On the flip side, the king of Dirty Talk is hands down WAKASA IMAUSHI. The things he'll whisper in your ear will have you feeling your heartbeat in your clit

Taiju loves fucking missionary since he gets to watch your face contort with pleasure under him

Speaking of Taiju, he has MAJOR breeding kink energy

Smiley once stuck his fingers so deep down your throat that it caused you to vomit. It turned him on more

The day Kazutora was given a boobjob was the day he shot boatloads of cum all over your chest. It was so much that he could've impregnated an entire village

Chifuyu went through a phase where he would roleplay cheesy porn plots with you (ex: wife fucking the pool cleaner guy)

The rough-fucking types (bye bye your ability to walk for a day): HANMA, BAJI, SMILEY, Kisaki, Mocchi, Ran, Izana, Senju, and Taiju

Hakkai forgets that he has a big dick way too often so he'll try fucking without properly prepping you. Please remind him unless you like the pain

Senju LOVES boobplay - whether it be receiving or giving

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These are just some more that I can think of. Don't expect a part 4 any time soon lol

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Rokuhara. An infamous bar located deep in the slums of Rio De Janeiro. On the outside, it looks like the typical run-down shack adorned with rusted shutters and somewhat rotted wooden door frames. That is not the case upon closer inspection of the establishment. Almost every night, many people are drawn to its walls, and it is not because of the cheap beer and sexy bartenders. Once getting past those flimsy entrance doors, and down the derelict stairs that seemingly lead into a dark abyss, a whole new world has been opened up.

Over a hundred Rio De Janeiro residents gather around where the real fun is happening. A makeshift boxing ring lay as the centerpiece of the basement. Spotlights shine down on it, illuminating dried-up blood stains on the material and a pair of violent men trading harsh blows with one another. Rokuhara hosts one of Brazil's most intense underground fight clubs and this is where you begrudgingly call your place of employment.

There is not much opportunity to flourish in your poverty and crime-stricken city, and being from a financially struggling family, moving somewhere else was not a feasible option. You’re essentially making the best out of your unfortunate home life though you find that serving bottles of liquor to drunk men who enjoy watching other men beat each other to a pulp is a much better job than selling your body as a prostitute which is also a common practice here. Also, the tips you earn are a lot more than anyone could imagine which does allow you to live slightly more comfortably than many other people in your area and have savings for when you eventually decide to call somewhere else home.

Essentially, every night between 10 pm and 5 am, you witness brawls between different gangsters from hoods across Rio and even other parts of Brazil. Your primary purpose is to prepare and serve drinks to the rowdy guests during these optimal hours and tonight is no different. Men and women alike crowd around the ring, yelling obscenities, and betting hundreds - sometimes even thousands - of Brazilian reals on the fighters. It is not the kind of environment you enjoy being in and seeing these unsavory individuals take pleasure in this savagery causes you to lose more and more faith in humanity. Again, you press forward as there are not many options.

After placing the bottle of beer on your tray, you way through the thick crowd of patrons and towards a small flight of stairs. It’s a relatively quaint platform that’s only reserved for the VIP guests of the establishment. VIP guests often include unsavory business Mongols, gang leaders, cartel bosses, and in this particular case, a man with a spine-chilling reputation as being the most brutal fighter of Brazil’s underground world.

For the most part, the patrons and fighters are all faceless and that even includes the regulars for Rokuhara; however, this particular individual is different. You know him all too well. Because of his massive height, he easily dwarfs everyone he comes across which adds to his intimidating aura. Although reluctant, you put on a brave smile as you approached the scary man, who is sitting quietly as he observes an ongoing fight. You vaguely make out a smug smile on his face while he leans back in his leather chair with his long legs manspreading, obviously entertained by the violence before him.

You can hear your heartbeat pumping in your ears once you’ve arrived at his table. Nervously, you set the bottle of beer down next to him, attempting to avoid eye contact with him.

“Here’s your drink, sir.” You muster out.

Quickly, you turn your heel and begin to walk away, but you did not get to make it far when you feel your arm being grabbed, preventing you from leaving. Looking down, you notice a large hand wrapped around your arm, though it was not tight enough to cause you any pain.

“What did I say about the formality, sweetheart?”

His deep voice sent shivers down your spine as you slowly turn around to face him. What you see is the man’s piercing yellow round eyes and his grin that is now being directed at you. He has blonde hair that is being kept in a bun and despite wearing a white button-down shirt, his Brazilian tribal tattoo design sticks out from the rightmost side of his chest and runs up his neck. It is not surprising that many people shake in fear when they are in the presence of this man. Sighing, you gently try freeing your arm from his grip.

“I’m working right now.”

You mumble but the man nonetheless heard your soft voice. He can see the uncertainty in your eyes therefore he hesitantly lets go of you.

“I told you this before. You don’t have to be so scared around me.”

He says with a tone of voice that contradicts his outward appearance. You can hear the gentleness in his deep voice in addition to slight concern. You’re still not at much ease as you are fully aware of what this man is capable of.

It is not the first time you have come face-to-face with him. In fact, you see him almost all the time either in Rokuhara as one of the fighters or in the streets of Rio De Janeiro taking on gangs of hoodlums. Each and every single violent encounter with this man always lead to someone being fatally or mortally wounded by him. His strength and violent streak easily triumph over everyone he comes across, and he is even not above murder if it means he keeps his dominion over others.

Despite your many encounters with him over time, you somehow end up unscathed. On the contrary, you are often on the receiving end of the man’s rare instance of friendliness. You’re still unsure why you seem to get special treatment from him especially since you know that he knows you aren’t fond of people like him. You’re seemingly the perfect victim for him to play around with and destroy but in reality, the man treats you almost as if you’re a porcelain doll. You can’t even recall a time when the man has even said something mean to you.

“I am working, South.”

You repeat, this time uttering his name with a bold expression. Your assertiveness is felt by the man named South who just takes a sip from the beer bottle you brought him. After feeling refreshed from the sip, he just nods and then says with the same gentle tone:

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You quickly follow up.

Once again, you try leaving him to his drink, but what he says next stops you in your track.

“So have you decided on going out with me?”

An audible sigh past your lips before you swallow some of your fear. You turn back around to look South back in the eye.

“You asked me that at least five times this week.” You point out.

“Yeah, I know.”

Although you were anxious, you still proceeded to reject him in the friendliest way.

“I told you before. I am not looking for a relationship right now.”

South goes quiet, momentarily thinking over your response as well as his future response. There is no doubt in your mind that he is going to say that he understands how you feel and then reiterate his eagerness to take you out on a date. This has been the norm for the last few encounters you two had, and just as you predicted, he states:

“I get it. You don’t wanna date a guy like me who kills people for fun. It’s just you’ve been the only light in my dark world, and I can’t miss out on losing that light. I wanna keep you safe and happy, sweetheart.”

Desperation laces his tone; however, you’re unfazed by it. It is no secret to either of you that you find this man absolutely terrifying. You actually witnessed him at his most violent, and he knew you were there.

The sight of him punching a man’s face until it became a bloody pile of mush still haunts your mind, and South had the nerve to rationalize it by stating the man had ill intentions for you. You can’t deny that it was clear you were about to be attacked by the creepy man and South did come to your rescue but that does not change the fact that you saw the blatant enjoyment on his face. South claims he wants to keep you happy, but murdering people in your presence is certainly not how he should go about it. You’re mildly annoyed by his insistence but it obviously does not overshadow the fear you harbor for him. South can see it in your face. He can see you shaking with anxiety before you realized it yourself.

“South, I-”

You start to speak but a sudden uproar of cheering cuts you off. You’re then reminded of the environment you are in, seeing the crowd of people screaming and yelling as the match has reached its conclusion. South momentarily gets distracted when the winner gets announced, which gives you the perfect opportunity to slip away. He immediately noticed your retreat but just decides to take another sip from his beer.

You return to the bar to take a deep breath. For a moment, you did not realize that a group of people was waiting to place their order with you. One older man just clears his throat to get your attention.

“Ma’am?”

He calls for you though it was unusually quiet. Looking up, you see the faces of the people and you resume your work.

“Oh! I’m so sorry everyone! I’ll be more than happy to assist.”

You put on a brave face before proceeding with your duties as a bartender. You tried your best to fulfill each order promptly, but with the state that you are in and the time crunch you are on, it was inevitable that you made mistake after mistake after mistake. Though you are quick to fix these mistakes, no one bothered to mention them to you. You’re fully aware of how irritable people can get when their orders aren’t correct or when service is slow, so you expected someone to call you out. It did not happen, however.

Rio De Janeiro is a massive city but when it comes to infamous people like South Terano, words about them travel fast amongst the communities. That means your encounters with him are no secret. People noticed how differently his demeanor has changed when he is around you. Even a blind man can see how soft he is when it comes to you, and after everyone heard about him killing a man just to protect you, an unspoken rule was established. No matter what, nobody is allowed to bring any harm to you whether it be physical or emotional.

You did not realize just how much influence South has over your life. You’re off-limits for any and everyone, despite not having a single violent bone in your body you’re just as feared, and you unknowingly have dominance. It’s the reason why you can work in such a violent environment without so much as a single threat being thrown at you. In the eyes of the residents of Rio, you are South’s girl therefore you are being treated as such.

It took several minutes but you’ve finally finished fulfilling everyone’s orders and even made a sizable tip in the process. You take a moment to catch your breath, leaning on the bar counter and reflecting on your interactions with South. You know how dangerous he is. He’s a ferocious man who takes every opportunity to fight and kill. Not to mention his short temper which causes him to lash out at anyone who provokes him, but somehow, you’re his soft spot. You’re someone who brought light to his dark world but how? Where did these feelings for you come from? You nearly strain yourself trying to figure out why South is so smitten by you.

“Ma’am? May I have another bottle of Guinness?”

The same quiet man from earlier asks you, although he was nervous. Sitting up and presenting him with a smile.

“Of course!”

You answer back, grabbing another bottle of the requested drink from the refrigerator. After handing it to the man, you suddenly make a realization.

“That was the drink South ordered when we first met.” You think to yourself with a sigh.

Even before you two officially met, South’s name has already been circling around. Even before seeing his face for the first time, you knew just how dangerous this man is and when you two met, you felt your veins run icy cold.

You explicitly remember being behind the bar, cleaning up the dirty wine glasses. This night was any typical night with the rowdy patrons yelling obscenities at the fighters before them. It is a sound that you were starting to get used to since starting your job as a bartender. Almost immediately, everything went silent, and the atmosphere changed entirely, and you’re initially confused.

That is until you peer up and immediately see a massive man making his way to the boxing ring. He has a wide grin on his face as if he is thoroughly entertained by the fear that is radiating throughout the room. No one bothered to say anything as this man takes off his shirt, revealing his toned upper body and tribal tattoo. He indeed needed no introduction.

He stands opposite another man who presents a cocky smile on his face. Everyone is silent, too terrified to utter a single thing. You’ve heard countless stories about the destruction and chaos this man has caused since he was a child. South Terano: a name that strikes fear in the hearts of many and you’re no different. You had every reason to be afraid of him.

Finally seeing him in person feels like your nightmare has come true even though you should’ve expected that he’d make an appearance eventually. You do work at an underground fight club after all and all South does is fight so it was inevitable that he’ll show up. Too stunned to steady your breathing and shaking hand, you failed to realize the glass you were holding is starting to slowly slip from your grip.

Nevertheless, you watch as the fighters begin stretching as they prepare for their upcoming match. South’s grin never falters as he cracks his neck and due to the silent room, you heard every bit of the popping sound. With bloodlust in his eyes, he heaves out a breathy chuckle before stating with an amused tone:

“This is gonna be fun. You’re gonna regret challenging m--”

He’s suddenly interrupted by the sound of glass shattering on the floor. All eyes are on you as you stand motionless and embarrassed. The man’s grin dropped a bit upon seeing you struggle to gather your words to formulate a sentence.

“Sorry!”

You quickly shout before hurrying to a nearby broom. With the room still silent, everyone - including South - can hear your frantic sweeping. As soon as you’re finished sweeping up the broken glass, you’ve used the dustpan to take it over to the trashcan. Quickly, you opened the lid of the trash can before discarding the glass into it. Throughout all of that, the room was still silent save for the sounds of you cleaning up the mess.

Looking back up, you’re still the center of attention. The onlookers have fearful expressions on their faces while South remains to have his grin, amused by what he just witnessed. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, you just give an awkward thumbs-up before announcing:

“I’m finished!”

After that, you back away into a corner in shame which allows the match to officially begin.

Both fighters get into position and in no time, the referee signals for the match to begin with the sound of his whistle. Hastily, South’s opponent rushes to him and despite the obviously massive height difference, the man nonetheless reaches high enough to punch South in the face. The hit; however, only felt like a light touch to the large man who just laughs.

“Try again weak shit!” He taunts with laughter.

The smaller opponent grunts and then takes the opportunity to punch South again, this time on his abs but that hit was proven futile as well. In shock, he looks up only to find South’s prominent grin peering back at him. The man realized his mistake too late once the bigger opponent leans forward.

“My turn.” He simply says.

Before he knew it, he feels a punch that is equal to the strength of Hercules. That punch shatters his facial bones, resulting in the man stumbling backward and falling onto the cold and bloody floor.

“That’s it? You just wasted my fucking time!”

He yells before stomping the unconscious man’s chest, no doubt breaking his ribs and damaging his internal organs. A horror-stricken gasp escapes your lips due to witnessing his brutal savagery. That gasp did not go unnoticed by South who looks directly at you with the same amused grin.

“Did that scare you, sweetheart?” He directs his taunting to you.

You can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as the terrifying fighter walks out of the ring and through the crowd of people. In no time, he’s at your bar, looking down at you as if you’re his prey.

“I asked you a question.” he reminds you.

Taking in a deep breath you respond sheepishly:

“Yes.”

“Don’t be scared. I won’t bite.”

South says as he reaches out to run his fingers through your hair. On impulse, you back away before his hand could make contact with you. You can hear audible gasps from the crowd when you rejected his advance. You can see the grin on his face drop ever so slightly, convincing you that it is your time to die.

The scary man just leans forward, resting his elbows on the counter as he checks out your body. He notices the way you nervously stand while also shaking like a scared puppy. Additionally, he notices your uniform perfectly accentuating your curves and the way your melanated skin glows from the basement lighting. Your e/c eyes look back at his yellow ones, nearly enchanting him.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

You think about his question for a few seconds, caught off guard by his sudden cordialness.

“Y/n.” You reluctantly answer.

“Cute.”

He simply says, showing a very subtle spark in his eye like he just realized something. The man just smiles more before requesting a drink.

“Guinness.”

Although you’re plagued with fear, you comply with his request. Immediately, you grab a bottle of the drink and hand it to him with a nervous smile.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” You muster out.

Everyone is still looking in complete shock at you two’s interaction.

Thinking back on that day, you even noticed that he was nice to you then. You think to yourself when did South actually start to have a crush on you, and you’re having a hard time understanding why. You live a very unremarkable life, you cannot think of many special skills you possess, and you don’t think you’re the prettiest girl in the world - let alone the city.

So what made him so infatuated with you? Are you the only girl he pursues? Why won’t he give up his pursuit? So many questions in so little time. You’re stressing yourself with all the overthinking, so you decided to take another deep breath, purging your mind so you can relax for once tonight.

That brief moment of relaxation did not last long, however. The noise from the crowd seizes almost instantaneously and the tension rises once again. At this point, you are already aware of who has decided to approach your bar without even looking up from your spot.

“Sweetheart?”

His voice pierces your eardrum like a spear. You can feel his presence getting stronger and his footsteps getting louder as he goes through the crowd of scared people. With the help of his long legs, he reached your bar in no time. The people that were already sitting there immediately scurried away as if they were roaches when the light has been turned on. Just like when you two first met, the onlookers watch - some in fear while others with intrigue - your upcoming interaction with South Terano.

The very large man leans on the countertop, resting his elbows as he watches you hurry to the refrigerator to grab yet another bottle of Guinness. Swiftly, you set the beer down in front of him without bothering to acknowledge his presence.

“Sweetheart?” He repeats while cracking open the bottle. “Look at me.”

He demands softly, but you remain stubborn, adamant that maybe if you ignore him long enough, he’ll leave you alone. South’s stubbornness, on the other hand, is more potent than yours. His unwavering pursuit for you will not stop even if you don’t speak to him for the rest of your life, and you are fully aware of this. He’s a patient man indeed as he just sits and waits for you to finally give him a response. Your tenacity soon starts to falter after several minutes of dead silence. South is still leaning on the countertop as he finishes the bottle of beer.

“The end of your shift is approaching isn’t it?”

He asks, prompting you to look at the nearby digital clock. It’s just a few minutes away from hitting 5 am, thus you take the time to start cleaning. You’ve made sure to clean your entire bar except for one particular spot. The man just lets out a chuckle once he sees that you finally noticed his empty beer bottle and your reluctance to approach him.

Finally, you decided now or never to reach for his bottle, but that was the moment South took his opportunity to make his move. In a move too fast to back away from, South grabbed your arm and pulled you slightly closer to him. You released a surprised gasp upon the sudden movement. Shocked and terrified, you freeze up as you look up to see South’s soft expression.

“Just one date. It’s all that I ask for.”

“No.”

You quickly answer; however, that isn’t enough to discourage the strong man. He just squeezes your arm slightly harder than usual, prompting you to feel more petrified. Through a shaking tone, you muster out:

“I-I-I told y-you. Not interested in a r-relationship.”

At that moment, you did not realize tears are starting to roll down your cheek. You’re scared of this man, of course, but you’re feeling a slew of conflicting emotions at the same time. In spite of knowing everything about this man, there is a part of you that is very intrigued by him. That feeling of intrigue is also accompanied by attraction as the man before you is very easy on the eyes. It’s those feelings in addition to your fear that got your mind in a swirl. Now that he’s much closer than you are comfortable with, you are only able to ask one simple question.

“Why do you want to be with me so badly?” You ask with a cracking voice.

Seeing your emotional state, South uses his free hand to gently caress your cheek while simultaneously wiping the flowing tears.

“I told you already. You’re my light. You were the only person who gave me comfort.”

Confused by his answer, you shake your head in denial.

“All I-I did was tell you I wasn’t….interested.”

“Is that all you think you did for me?”

He asks you with a facial expression that tells you that he is unconvinced. You search through every facet of your mind trying to figure out what South means but the only things that come up are all the times you rejected his advances.

“You seriously don’t remember, do you?” He asks.

“Remember what?”

The man lets go of your arm, breathing out a disappointed sigh. For the first time, you can visibly see his grin drop from his face. Leaning up, South puts his hands in his pockets before he starts walking towards the flight of stairs essentially leaving alone at the bar.

“I’ll be waiting outside for you when you’re finished. Don’t try to escape.”

He demands, sending shivers down your and everyone’s spines. You only got to see South when he’s enjoying his life but now this is a mood from him that is completely unfamiliar. The terror within you goes nuclear because of it. You can feel the pitiful eyes being directed at you as you finish closing your bar.

Once finished, you take off your apron and hung it up on a nearby hook. You take in a deep breath before releasing it slowly in an attempt to calm your firing nerves. Anxiously, you walk toward the stairs feeling every single eye of the people on you. Turning around, everyone just gives you a sad nod, convinced that this is their last time seeing you alive and well. Seeing their reactions gave you no comfort whatsoever; however, you nonetheless ascend up the flimsy wooden stairs and into the raggedy above-ground shack.

Almost immediately, you see the extremely tall man waiting just outside for you. Having no other choice, you press forward through the entrance and out into the humid world to face Brazil’s most dangerous man. It’s still relatively silent as you notice him slowly getting on the motorcycle that has been behind him.

“Get on.”

He says to you however you stand there confused as you’re trying to process the odd request. You can see the annoyance in his eyes while he breathes out a sigh. Quickly, he grabs your arm again but he is very careful not to hurt you. South guides you to the vehicle and has you sitting in front of him.

“W-Where are you taking me?” You ask softly.

“My place.” He simply responds with a rougher tone than usual.

That answer made you feel more fear in your bones therefore you try getting off the motorcycle. Immediately, you’re stopped when South cages you in with his large arms as he grabs the handles, engulfing you with his massive body. You did not have time to process what is going on or even register his body heat when the vehicle turns on. The motorcycle revs, scaring you into being completely still.

“Hold on to my hands and stay still.”

He commands and since he is so close to you, you can feel the vibrations in his chest and abdomen due to his deep voice. Nevertheless, you comply as you’re afraid to make him more pissed off and you do not want to fall off the vehicle.

South gently accelerates and the vehicle moves though, he is mindful of the speed he’s going in. Therefore, he goes at a leisurely pace as you two traverse through the littered and cracked streets of the slums. You’re as comfortable as you can get while having a firm hold on the man’s hands, noticing just how large he is compared to you.

Though it is still dark outside, you can still see your poverty-stricken community. Houses are ransacked - some are even destroyed, graffiti line the stone walls of the buildings, and trash litter the streets. With you only spending most of your time either at your apartment or at the bar, you forget just how rundown your community is. Seeing that makes you feel sad.

That’s just from the appearance. Crime plagues your city. It is so bad that Rio De Janeiro persistently shows up as one of the world’s most dangerous cities by many different news organizations. One of the biggest perpetrators of the violence that is rampant is the man who you’re currently riding through the city with. That same man who spent a considerable amount of time trying to get you to go on a date with him. Well, he finally got his wish as you’re both on your way to his place.

You’re nervous to see what his living situation is like. You can imagine a large compound that is surrounded by his followers, a foul stench of death lingering in the air, and piles of trash thrown about. To your surprise, you see the downtown district come into your view. Lights from the bustling city and its skyscrapers leave you in awe once you’re reminded that not all of Rio is the slums. As a matter of fact, it’s one of the most beautiful cities in the world that boasts terrific nightlife and is home to many stunning beaches. It’s too bad the city’s natural beauty and rich culture are overshadowed by violence.

South continues to drive the motorcycle towards the downtown area, leaving you more perplexed and nervous, knowing the downtown area is typically home to more wealthy individuals. You want to question the man about where exactly is his home located, but the words are stuck in your throat.

Besides the loud revving of the motorcycle, there is still an awkward silence between you two. No doubt, there is a slew of things South Terano wants to say right about now, and you’re no different. Instead of speaking, you continue to gawk at the sheer difference between the downtown area and the area you call home. Poverty isn’t around every corner and the streets are significantly clearer.

Soon enough, you start to feel the vehicle decelerate as you two arrive at a high-rise building at the epicenter of the city. South turns into an underground gated parking and after inputting a code into the security panel, the large metal gate opens up. Inside are numerous high-end vehicles lining the parking lot, and South goes to a designated spot next to a massive black SUV. The man parks his motorcycle in front of and perpendicular to the vehicle before turning off the engine.

“Follow me.”

He says, getting off while simultaneously grabbing your hand, interlocking fingers with it. The sudden and intimate move catches you off guard momentarily which is the reason why you did not utter a single word as you’re escorted to an elevator. South puts the same code into another security panel and before you know it, the doors closed and you can feel the elevator ascending up the building.

Again, silence as you two stand in the somewhat cramped space with the only thing preventing you from hearing your pounding heartbeat was the classical music playing from the speakers. Though, that did not stop you from vaguely noticing the much larger man subtly moving his head in the same rhythm as the piano melody.

Deciding not to think much of it, you are caught off guard when the elevator stops at one of the highest floors of the massive building. As soon as it stops, the metal doors open up to reveal a long hallway. Casually and while still holding your hand, South walks, and after he passes by a few doors, he stops at one with a prominent 906 on it. After putting in the same code one last time, a clicking sound was heard letting both of you know that the door has been unlocked.

Entering, you’re immediately greeted by the most beautiful and luxurious apartment that you could ever imagine. Expensive furniture is throughout while stunning paintings adorn the perfectly painted walls and there is a massive piano towards the corner of the living space. All of that is also complimented by a large window that gives a magnificent view of Rio De Janeiro. You’re so in awe with the place that you did not notice South letting go of your hand. He just watches with a soft smile on his face as you continue to admire the apartment.

“Like it?” He asks.

Slowly, you turn to him. Your fear has simmered down somewhat which means you finally have enough courage to speak full sentences to him.

“It’s beautiful. This is really your place?” You asked with curiosity.

South chuckles at the sparkle in your eyes.

“Yes. It is. Being a gangster has its perks.”

Hearing those words quickly made you think of the worst. You imagine the malevolent things this man could’ve done to get such a beautiful place. How many people did he have to step over and kill for him to live in such luxury?

“Sweetheart, I signed the lease just like any other person.”

Almost like he read your mind, South just chuckles after giving that brief explanation. It did not do much to settle your nerves enough especially after it finally dawns on you that you’re completely alone with South - the very man you’ve been horrified of for a long time. Unsure of what to do, you just stand in the middle of the living room while holding yourself.

“Sweetheart, I-”

He starts to speak but is quickly cut off by you.

“What are you gonna do to me?” You ask.

“Nothing.”

He says while approaching you. Not wanting to be too close to him, you just back away but you’re once again reminded of South’s long and quick arm. Gently, he grabs your shoulder before taking you over to the couch. Your mind goes haywire as you think of what he could be planning. If he chooses to have his way with you, you know that there is not anything you can do about that as he’ll easily overpower you. So instead of trying to fight a battle that you have already lost, you do not try altogether, figuring it’s better than being brutally killed.

Sitting you down, the man just smiles making a breath get caught in your throat. He’s still sensing your fear, so he just softly caresses your cheek again. For some odd reason, the action calmed you down slightly as you’re reminded of just how gentle he is with you. Just as quickly, he removed his hand and then he goes to grab the seat that is in front of his piano before placing it in front of you. That allows him to sit, letting him appear less threatening.

“I’m still really fucking pissed at you.” He suddenly says, completely catching you off guard.

“Why? What did I do?”

Your question comes out a bit shaky although it is clear that you are unknowingly becoming more comfortable in South’s presence.

“You still haven’t realized why I want you so bad, huh?”

He crosses his arms.

“I can’t imagine there’s anything about me that you’d like.”

“Really?”

His questioning is accompanied by a raised eyebrow and the same facial expression from earlier returns. You start to feel a cold sweat break out from the compromising position you are in and the fact that you’re still confused about what South is referring to.

“Think harder, sweetheart.”

He tells you and once again you try very hard to come up with a sufficient answer as to why he’s so smitten by you. Of course, there is no luck. Nothing. Absolutely nothing comes to mind. Feeling defeated, you shake your head, afraid of disappointing South again.

“I don’t know.” You muster out through your cracking voice.

“You’re the light to my dark world.”

He gives a slight hint but it still leaves you with more questions than potential answers.

“How when all I ever do is reject you because of how terrifying you are?”

South lets out another chuckle, confusing you even more. You’re wondering why hasn’t he lashed out after so many attempts to get you to answer his question.

“You have shit memory.”

His chuckle turns into a full-blown laugh, at this point. Seeing your confused expression as well as your attempts to find the answer has left him thoroughly entertained. You, on the other hand, are still feeling confused and now that he’s laughing in your face, you also start to feel irritated.

“Did you bring me all the way here just to pick on me?”

You ask him, and it was enough to simmer down his laughing fit just enough so he can provide an answer.

“No, sweetheart. I brought you here as part of our date.”

“This is a weird date, South.”

He lets out one final chuckle before returning to his serious expression. Doing that essentially caused the entire mood to change significantly. Grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb over it, he asks you:

“You seriously don’t remember?”

“Remember what?”

The room falls silent and the only thing you hear is the man before you heaving out a sigh. Suddenly, he stands up while letting go of your hand. Your eyes follow his movement as he just walks away and towards the hallway of the apartment. You’re left completely alone, unsure if you should use the opportunity to leave or wait for South to come back.

You opted for the latter option, so you sat patiently as you twiddle your thumbs. You have no idea what to expect once he returns as there are so many possibilities. One final time, you try digging into your memory to at least find something that may be related to what South is talking about but once again, your mind draws a blank. Giving up, you just look over in the direction he went in, anticipating his return.

A few minutes later and you can hear his heavy footsteps getting louder meaning he’s coming back to you. What you did not expect was for him to be holding an object in his hand. Sitting back in the chair in front of you, he presents you with the object, which turns out to be a stuffed animal. A ping of familiarity sparks in your brain as you reach for it.

“It looks familiar, right?”

He asks, allowing you to hold it. You wasted no time examining the plushie, feeling slight nostalgia for your childhood. While doing so, you answer his question.

“Yea. I used to have one just like this when I was a kid. I named him Bubbles, and I remember Bubbles had my name stitched on the bottom of his foot…”

You pause once you look at the bottom of the stuffed animal’s foot. To your surprise, you see ‘Y/N’ threaded neatly.

“…just like that.”

It is silent momentarily as you try to process the fact that you are holding your childhood stuffed animal. Although you had many, Bubbles was your favorite as he brought you comfort.

“Where did you get him?” you ask South.

“You gave him to me a long time ago.”

Your body freezes up upon hearing his response. You gave Bubbles away many years ago and you remember that moment so vividly.

“I remember giving him away to a crying kid who just lost his mother.”

You follow up with your response as you think back to that day many years ago. You remember seeing a crying child who was upset about his bedridden mother dying. You remember offering Bubbles to him stating that the stuffed animal always helped you when you were upset. You remember the moment when that kid gave you a soft smile upon being comforted by you. You remember seeing that kid’s eyes, and despite being red and puffy from crying, you can see the yellow irises. Thinking about it now, those eyes look eerily familiar to the orbs of the man sitting in front of you now. Looking up, you see South staring back at you, and you finally notice those very same eyes.

“You remember now, sweetheart? Now you see what I mean when I say you are the light in my dark world?” he asks you.

For the first time since being in South’s presence, you smile.

“You were the only person who’s ever been kind to me. Not even the man who became my father figure brought me the level of comfort that you did. I couldn’t forget what you’ve done for me, and I’ve always wanted to properly thank you for it.”

“South, I-I am sorry for not remembering, but why did you keep him throughout all these years?”

You ask him as you’re confused about him holding onto a stuffed animal. You found that to be odd considering the kind of man he is. Nobody would expect a dangerous gangster who takes pleasure in fighting and killing would keep a teddy bear that was given to him by a stranger when he was a child. So again, why would he do it?

“So I’ll never forget you. Plus, I have plenty more in my bedroom. You were right, stuffed animals are comforting.”

He responds though you see red dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Despite feeling embarrassed about his collection of plushies, South stares deep into your e/c eyes, finally getting lost in them. Everything goes silent once the tension between you two rises, and you’re unsure about how you should feel.

“South?”

You breathe out however, you barely had enough to process the man leaning forward. In no time, he presses his lips against yours and never in a million years did you ever think his lips would be so soft. The revelation and the sudden action made you forget about everything this man has done, and the kiss sent sparks throughout your entire body. Almost immediately, your hands found their way to his broad shoulders, touching him for the very first time.

Although you still fear him, you can’t help but admire him at the same time. In addition to being a very attractive man, you have to admit that he has also been the only person to show you kindness. Despite his murderous antics, you somehow feel safer with him than with any other person in the city as you know he would never hurt you. It took you this long to finally come to terms with that.

With the kiss getting deeper, you can feel your body heating up and South feels the same. Though it is difficult, he quickly separates from you, resisting the urge to ravage you on the couch. Instead, he opts for the slower approach, holding his hand out to you.

“Consider this as us making things official.” He chuckles.

You smile as well before setting Bubbles down on the couch. Without hesitation, you accept South’s hand standing up and quickly going onto his lap. Your face rests comfortably on his chest as his arms wrap around your much smaller body, engulfing you.

“Now that you’re finally mine, I want you to stay with me. I want to keep my light.” He says, rocking you back and forth slightly.

“I’m still scared of you.” You reply.

“I know but I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Sighing, you just hug him a little tighter, finally feeling content in his presence.

“There are a lot of things you need to work on if you want me to stay.”

Looking down, he smiles again feeling true happiness for the first time since meeting you. Although he’s a bit unsure if he’s able to comply with what he thinks you’re going to ask of him, South Terano will try his damndest to keep you happy no matter what. Having you in his arms made him realize his new resolve and that is the be the best man that he can be for you.

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Scene!

Again, this was my very first time working on a slow-burn story so I am really curious about what you thought of it.

Even though Ran is the older sibling, he can be really clingy to Rindou. He sometimes climbs into Rindou’s bed in the middle of the night just to snuggle with him so he can peacefully sleep.

Draken went out of his way to rescue a puppy from a sewer. It now lives with him.

Guys who would be very affectionate to their girlfriends are MIKEY, SHINICHIRO, CHIFUYU, RAN, Mitsuya, South, Takemichi, Takuya, Pah-chan, Peh-yan, Benkei, and Ran.

Pah-chan gave his girlfriend a bottle of hand sanitizer that matched his Toman jacket as a surprise anniversary present.

Sanzu likes the back of his ear to be scratched. He will kick his feet out like a happy dog during that.

Chifuyu names the animals in his pet shop after his favorite characters from Manga

Mucho has three pet guinea pigs

Another clingy sibling is Angry who climbs into Smiley’s bed for a snuggle, and Smiley happily accepts it

Takeomi, Shinichiro, and Hanma are the type of partners who will NOT smoke around their Significant Others (only if the S/O is not a smoker)

Hakkai allows Mitsuya’s sisters - Luna and Mana - to dress him up like a princess

Ran sometimes likes to get pedicures and manicures, and would often drag Rindou with him. He even proudly refers to it as his 'Mani-Pedi Day'.

Kazutora’s natural scent has a sweet smell to it.

Izana’s favorite smell is freshly cut grass

Shinichiro keeps a notepad of pick-up lines and has crossed out the ones that failed. Unsurprisingly, there are 20 crossed-out pick-up lines.

Besides the previously mentioned brothers, HANMA, MIKEY, KAZUTORA, SANZU, SOUTH, Kisaki, Wakasa, Senju, Inui, and Hakkai has to cuddle with something/someone in their sleep. (That possibly explains why South has so many stuffed animals.)

The quickest and easiest way to put Baji to sleep is to play in his hair. (Though, he'll only allow his s/o to do it.)

South once slept through a riot. (Yes, he is a HEAVY sleeper.)

Draken is TERRIBLE at basketball. The guy has 0 accuracies when it comes to making a shot.

On the other hand, Baji is surprisingly an excellent baseball player. (I can't be the only one that headcanons Baji as a baseball player, right?)

The Haitani Brothers watch The View in their free time.

Who would be clingy boyfriends? RAN, MIKEY, WAKASA, Hanma, KAZUTORA, Chifuyu, Hakkai, Takuya, Akkun, Shion, and Shinichiro

Speaking of Shion Madarame, he is the type of boyfriend who would always try to protect his girlfriend, but he often is the one that needs protection.

Benkei bakes in his free time. He would have Shinichiro, Takeomi, and Wakasa taste-test his pastries. He is surprisingly a good baker.

Mikey is also remarkably BAD at flirting. The younger Sano brother once approached a girl and with the most innocent smile on his face, he asked: "Did you fart 'cause you're blowing me away?" That was the day Draken died of second-hand embarrassment.

Let's start this off with a list of guys who are all brat tamers! DRAKEN, SMILEY, Wakasa, Izana, and Rindou!

Chifuyu fucked a girl in the storage room of his pet store. It happened multiple times throughout one day actually. (Mans got some stamina!)

Hakkai once slapped his girlfriend so hard that he cried while she had an orgasm.

Draken is the KING at making girls squirt. It may have something to do with his big dick energy.

Speaking of BDE (Big Dick Energy), shout out to Rindou Haitani and Hakkai Shiba.

Ran, SOUTH, Hanma, and Shion have all let themselves be pegged at least once. Surprisingly, Hanma did not enjoy it.

Mitsuya admitted that Baji was the best man he fucked. (more like he got fucked by Baji.)

Peh-yan is a choker.

Taiju definitely has a daddy kink

Meanwhile, Takemichi has a mommy kink

Mikey once got hard from watching a video of a girl painting her toenails. He was just trying to help Emma with her pedicure. Needless to say, she won't be asking for his help anymore.

Sanzu walked in on his sister Senju fucking another girl. He was so aroused that he couldn't help but watch from the shadows.

Speaking of Sanzu, he is surprisingly gentle in bed.

Shinichiro Sano never realized he had a lactation kink until he saw a porn video of a woman's breasts leaking milk. That ultimately spurred on a subsequent breeding kink.

Mucho is WAY too silent when in bed. He just stares blankly even though he is enjoying the experience. (please beg him to make some noise)

Baji will share his girl toy with Mitsuya and maybe Chifuyu, but he will NEVER share his girlfriend with Chifuyu. (Interesting.)

Just ask nicely and these guys will HAPPILY eat your pussy: MITSUYA, DRAKEN, BENKEI, SHINICHIRO, HANMA, Hakkai, Angry, Akkun, Peh-yan, Wakasa, Mocchi, Kazutora, Inupi, Suzuki, Mucho, Kakucho, and Shion.

Let's focus on the Kawata twins for a bit. Angry once walked in on Smiley eating a girl out from behind. What did he do? He joined in.

Similar to his brother, Angry is very experienced as well although, he does not sleep around like Smiley.

Speaking of Smiley, he is one sadistic fuck. He will edge his girl until she is balling her eyes out and even then he may not let her cum. Though, the moment when he does let her cum, he makes sure it is an amazing orgasm, so he's not FULLY evil.

Fun fact, sex with Baji ain't always great. Sometimes, he'll randomly stop and pull out for no apparent reason. (He is an unpredictable guy after all.)

Guys who will be absolutely RUTHLESS with backshots are BAJI, HANMA, SMILEY, TAIJU, SOUTH, Izana, Mikey, Takeomi, Kisaki, and Draken.

Make Angry angry enough and he'll go feral. The same goes for Shion, Mocchi, and Izana.

Inupi does not like to be teased. He'd much rather sex be straightforward.

Chifuyu loves anal a lot. If he's not fucking his girlfriend's ass, he will definitely stick his finger in there. Additionally, he will always give her a rim job.

Hanma's favorite roleplay is when he pretends to be a psycho killer. Once he catches his victim, he fucks her dumb.

While we're on the subject of Hanma's fantasies, he definitely thought about having a threesome with Draken and a random girl. In his mind, he wants to see who could give her the best pleasure. (I'm literally writing this fanfic right now. Lol.)

Let's end this part with guys who love a nice ass: WAKASA, RINDOU, KISAKI, SANZU, SOUTH, CHIFUYU, Draken, Mitsuya, Peh, Inupi, Angry, Taiju, Kokonoi, Shion, Mocchi, Takeomi, Naoto, and Kakucho

Staring into the bathroom mirror, you cannot help but reflect on tonight’s events. It all started when you arrived at the Haitani house with your work friend, and despite the brewing anxiety, you eventually found yourself having a good time. That is until your drink was spiked and thus you ended up in Shuji Hanma’s bedroom.

Even though your childhood best friend gave you the reassurance that nothing has happened to you while you were unconscious, it does not stop you from feeling violated. It is especially apparent as you examine the black hoodie you are wearing since your short dress has been stripped off you. Hanma’s natural scent and the smell of cigarettes still linger on the article of clothing which brings you an odd sense of comfort that somewhat overshadows your already present uneasiness.

Your eyes then avert back at the mirror before you, and your gaze lands on your lips which have become chapped. Subconsciously, your fingers graze over them thinking back to when Shuji gently kissed them. It felt like your body was set ablaze feeling his lips against yours and all the emotions you’ve felt for your childhood friend was spilling out into one action. Admittedly, reuniting with Hanma has been the best thing that has happened to you in spite of tonight’s events, but why is there still a bit of doubt?

For the past few weeks, you were constantly bombarded with unnerving news reports of a series of gang attacks throughout the streets of Tokyo. The violence seems to get worse day by day and in no time, murders started to be reported. Law enforcement seems powerless against the sudden uproar of savagery that even the police chief is considering implementing a city-wide curfew. All of this is linked to the Kanto Manji Gang - one of Tokyo’s most dangerous organizations. So dangerous that many civilians believe just uttering the name brings misfortune to them.

Recently, you have not been able to get away from their presence. It all started the other night when you were face-to-face with the infamous group, serving their meals. Now, you ended up at the Haitani Brothers’ mansion. Although the brothers are known socialites and playboys around Japan, the rumors of their suspected involvement with the gang still persist. Said rumors have all been confirmed for you since regaining your consciousness. It was courtesy of Shuji Hanma who briefly gave an explanation about tonight's events.

“I took care of the assholes who were gonna hurt you then afterward, I took you to my room so no one will bother you. I then went to go see Ran and tell him about the mess in his downstairs bathroom. That was when I got shot.”

Hanma explains with a shit-eating grin on his face. In the reflection of the mirror, you see the tall man sitting on the edge of the bathtub as he finishes wrapping his injured arm with a cloth.

You take the time to continue looking over his body, admiring how much he has grown over the years. Without realizing it, you lick your lips thinking about your kiss previously and wondering how it would feel to press them against his collarbones. You then examine the muscles present on his arms and his abs that subtly poke through the white t-shirt that he is wearing. Sin and Punishment then grace your eyesight along with his long fingers which inadvertently made your imagination go off the rails momentarily.

“Did you finish washing your face?” Hanma asks, despite not looking directly at you, he can still feel your gaze on him.

Using the moist washcloth, you go over your face again, washing off any remaining makeup, tear stains, and dirt as well as figuratively washing away your dirty thoughts about someone who is supposed to be your childhood friend.

“Yea. I’m finished now.” You answer, fixing your hair so that it is presentable.

“Good. We need to get down there.”

Hanma says, standing up and walking towards you. Almost immediately he towers over you as he reaches for his hairbrush. You can feel his body heat radiating off him as he stands close behind you. While brushing his hair, he places his Sin hand over yours before squeezing it softly.

“Did you put on those slippers?” He asks.

“I did but they are too big.”

Shuji chuckles and then adds:

“You gotta put them on. The Haitanis hate it when people are barefoot in their house. This isn’t America.”

He says with a chuckle, making you roll your eyes.

“Where are my heels then?”

“They are still downstairs. You don’t need them anyways.”

Immediately, you reply with a stern tone:

“I’m not putting on those slippers, Shu. They are too big for my feet.”

“Well, they are too small for mine and those are the closest I have to your size.”

His response made you pout slightly, though you aren’t surprised by it.

“You have long feet, so it’s uncomfortable wearing those slippers. Plus, it’s easy to trip in them.”

Hanma listens to your tiny rant as he places his hairbrush back down on the sink once he finished fixing his hair. After that, he wraps his arms around you leaning closely and nearly engulfing you with his large body.

“It won’t be for that long. We just need to convince Mikey that you aren’t anything to worry about then after, I take you home.”

His words come out soft, unlike the usual amused tone he uses. You’re somewhat relaxed by them as well as the warmth exuding from his body. Even though it is not the first time you two are in an embrace, you always feel a sense of security in his arms.

“Besides, having long feet means that I have a lo--”

“Please don’t finish that sentence.”

You hastily cut him off with an assertive voice, causing the tall man to heave out a series of chuckles. You, on the other hand, just scrunch your face slightly reminding yourself that Hanma almost never takes anything seriously. Though, you still have a fuzzy feeling once you realize that he has barely changed throughout all these years, and that is even after being involved with the Kanto Manji Gang for so long.

Speaking of, you’re still dreading the fact that you are going to meet them in just a few minutes.

“Let’s get down there now. We can finish catching up later.”

He says, letting go of you, though Punishment grabs one of your hands before interlocking fingers with it. Taking a deep breath, you peer up at Hanma who returns the look. He just gives a soft smile and then says:

“It’ll be fine.”

After those comforting words, you set aside the dreadful anxiety.

It takes a few minutes as you and Shuji traverse through the massive Haitani mansion. Unlike previously when much of the house was dark save for the multicolored strobe lights, now it is lit with regular lights. You’re in awe of the sheer amount of decorations throughout the rooms, and even though there is some trash and discarded wine glasses lying about, you can still see the beauty in which this home has to offer.

Though, the brightness and beauty soon end once the entrance to the basement is in sight. You immediately see the contrast, and thus your anxiety and fear resurface, which did not go unnoticed by Hanma. The tall man gently squeezes your hand with his in an attempt to comfort you. The action did little to set your mind at ease once you two begin descending the wooden steps into the dark abyss.

After watching so many horror movies growing up, there is one thing you have learned. That is to avoid basements at all costs and here you are, willingly going down one to be face-to-face with the gang that has caused so much anarchy in what was supposed to be one of the safest cities in the world.

Upon reaching the bottom of the steps, you expected the basement to be nothing but a concrete wall and concrete floors, various torture devices conveniently placed on a nearby metal table, and the stench of decomposing bodies invading your nostrils. Instead, it is nothing more than an ornate high-end boardroom with a stocked bar off to the side. Walls are decorated with paintings and neon signs, the centerpiece of the room is a large leather couch that wraps around a rectangular mahogany table, and there is a sweet smell of lavender floating in the air.

The beauty of the rest of the home also extends to the basement. Although you’d like to be relieved that it was not the typical torment dungeon like in the movies, the presence of several men sitting on the couch sends shivers down your spine. Almost as if you were an art exhibit, Hanma presents you in front of the guys who all stare blankly, unamused.

Quickly, you recognize Shion who somehow looks even scarier as he leans back in his spot, legs manspreading like he is an authority figure. Across from Shion are both of the Haitani brothers. Rindou leaning forward with his face resting in the palm of his hands as if he is about to sleep and Ran pouting angrily as he holds what appears to be an ice pack over his crotch. Lastly, you notice the droopy-eyed bartender from earlier who still has that look of boredom on his face. After taking note of him, you quickly make the connection as these are the same men that you saw the other night looking as intimidating as ever.

“It’s about damn time you two got down here.” Shion Madarame says with a smirk present on his face.

Hanma just chuckles. He never drops his grin as he lets go of your hand in favor of putting his arm over your shoulders.

“She’s the so-called ‘Person of Interest’. Ask her whatever questions you need, so I can take her home.”

The tall man remarks; however, he is quickly shot down by a pink-haired man.

“Last time I checked, Mikey is the one who calls the shots around here. You just sit and wait for his orders like the attack dog you are.”

“Shut up, Sanzu. I’m not surprised if you knew what Mikey’s ass tastes like considering how often you kiss it.” Hanma responds.

Quickly, Sanzu stands up while twitching his left eye. You feel a lump forming in your throat upon noticing him picking up a diamond-encrusted dagger that rested on the table.

“I should fuckin’ kill you right here.”

“You can try, drug boy,” Hanma says mockingly, prompting Sanzu to begin walking forward but a voice stops him.

“That’s enough. Sit down Hanma and Sanzu so we can get this questioning over with.”

The man next to Sanzu demands with a bored tone. The man is blonde with dark eyes as he leans forward with his elbow resting on his thigh and head on the palm of his hand. He has a dull expression as he looks you up and down trying to read your body language and be slightly intrigued by the hoodie that is way too big for your body. He notices the way you’re slightly fidgeting as you softly run the fingers on your left hand and over your right arm in a self-soothing manner. 

Reluctantly, Hanma splits from you to obey his leader. He sits down in the spot closest to you, though you still feel alone as you stand in front of the Kanto Manji Gang.

“That’s definitely her.” The bartender says with a dry tone.

Rindou looks up and you two make eye contact. He just nods his head before uttering:

“Yeah, she came here with that teething bitch.”

Suspicious, the leader named Mikey just peers at Hanma.

“Why was she in your room?”

“It’s a long story.”

“We have all day.” Mikey quickly follows up.

For a moment, Shuji looks at you and you can vaguely make out a subtle look of sadness on his face. Nevertheless, he explains the events from tonight.

“She was drugged, so I took her to my room where she’ll be safe.”

The man next to Shuji just heaves out a chuckle. You quickly take note of his large stature and rattail mohawk. Menacingly, he looks directly at you.

“And here I thought you were just another one of Hanma’s whores.”

“Excuse me, what?” 

Those words slip out of your mouth before you could thoroughly process what the man has said. Offended, you just breathe a sigh, trying to calm your nerves. While you’re doing that, Hanma rolls his eyes and his smirk is quickly wiped away by a look of annoyance.

“Hey, ugly bitch. Be careful with who you’re talking to.” Came a threatening tone from Hanma.

The man just faces him, smiling as if he came to a realization. He just continues to laugh.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting pissed, Shuji Hanma.”

“I’m just telling you to be careful. She’s someone that I’ve known for a long time.” Shuji responds.

The man just laughs more, completely amused by Hanma’s eagerness to defend you.

“Long time, eh? About how long we’re talkin’?”

“Mind your fuckin’ business, Mocchi.”

Shuji’s reply came out sharp, showing Mocchi as well as everyone else that his demeanor has changed. This sudden conversion causes an alarming aura to ooze from the black and blonde-haired man. You can only watch as he just cracks his knuckles while glaring intently at the man next to him.

“Damn, did I hit a nerve? All I did was tell her that I thought she was one of your whores.” Mocchi remarks with an amused grin.

This time, a man who has a scar over his face was the one who speaks up.

“Well, now you know that she is not. Let’s get back on topic.”

The guy then looks directly at you and despite his outwardly scary appearance, he presents a soft expression on his face as he asks you a question.

“So you were drugged, correct?”

Hesitantly, you reply with a nod. 

“Someone spiked her drink,” Hanma answers while still glaring at Mocchi.

“Thanks but I think she can speak for herself.”

The scar-faced male follows up and then he looks at you again. Although you feel very uncomfortable, you explain:

“I got a drink from the bar then I followed my friend to the dance floor. That was when I started to feel………weird.”

Your explanation prompts everyone to veer at the bartender who is removing a lollipop from his mouth. Just leans forward as his droopy eyes become more focused.

“Wakasa, you were at the bar all night.” Scarface points out.

“I know I was,” Wakasa replies.

The room momentarily goes quiet for a few seconds before Wakasa adds:

“I stayed vigilant, and nobody fucked with her drink.”

After his response, everyone then looks back at you and then Shion speaks with an aggressive tone.

“So you lied to us, woman?”

You open your mouth to deny the accusation; however, Wakasa cuts you off before you could utter a single word.

“Nobody fucked with her drink while she was at my bar. Who’s to say her drink didn’t get spiked when she stepped out of my sight?”

“Did anyone happen to see that shit?” Shion asks.

“If any of us did, then the person responsible would’ve been dealt with.”

This time, another large man who is sitting next to Wakasa answers. 

“If you knew she was drugged then why didn’t you do anything about the person who did it?” Shion asks Hanma.

“I never said I didn’t do anything to them.”

An unhinged grin surface on Hanma’s face as he thinks back to his actions earlier that night.

“They were properly dealt with. Speaking of, Ran and Rindou, you two might wanna call the clean-up guys again. This time in your downstairs guest bathroom. You can use my card for the payment.”

Both of the Haitani brothers look directly at Hanma with disgusted faces.

“What the hell did you do?” Rindou asks.

“I’ll tell you two all about it but not while Shortcake is here,” Hanma answers with his usual shit-eating grin.

“Damn you. Is that why you came to my room earlier?!”

Ran angrily shouts, gripping his ice pack tightly.

“I don’t even want to know about what went on down there actually.”

The younger Haitani brother just groans while running his fingers through his hair.

“Knowing Hanma, it’s a fuckin’ mess,” Sanzu adds.

“Who the hell is Shortcake?”

Mikey utters in a soft tone, gathering everyone’s attention. It did not take long for the other men to catch on to the pet name that Hanma revealed. Quickly, they piece it together and Mocchi is the first to point it out.

“I’ve heard you mention that name once before when we were Tenjiku. THIS is that American friend you were telling Kisaki about?”

“Yea.” The black and blonde-haired man proudly admits.

“I thought she was just an imaginary friend.” Shion remarks.

“The more you know,” Sanzu says.

Mikey then looks at you.

“You’re the shortcake?”

You hesitantly nod while being moderately embarrassed by Hanma’s slip-up.

“Why do we keep going off-topic? We still have to finish questioning the lady.”

The scar-faced man says clearly getting impatient. Upon hearing those words, everyone’s attention is then averted back to you.

“So about the drugging thing-” He begins but he’s quickly cut off by Shion.

“We know what happened after that, Kakucho. Let’s ask the important question like, do you have any affiliation with Brahman?”

Once again, you’re confused as you’ve never heard of that name before. Just like before when he already asked you about it earlier, you remain to have the same response. Shaking your head, you softly deny affiliation, but that does little to ease his suspicion.

“I don’t believe you. You came here with that bitch who was clearly planning something.”

Once again, you are reminded of your work friend.

“Where is she?” You ask.

“I’ll tell you once you tell us why the fuck were you two here in the first place.”

Shion’s extremely aggressive questioning earns an annoyed look from Wakasa, the man next to him, and Kakucho while Hanma’s smirk once again drops and is replaced by a demented glare.

Momentarily, you pause trying to process the mixture of emotions that are inside of you. Fear and uncertainty course through your veins from meeting the members of Tokyo’s most terrifying gang. Concern overflows your mind upon fully reminding yourself of your work friend’s unknown fate and annoyance due to Mocchi’s initial offputting comment as well as Shion’s antagonistic behavior. All of these emotions together have you scrambling to find the words.

“Well?!” The light-haired man says, clearly showing that his patience is running thin.

“She asked me to come with her to the party, and I did. Our plan was just to let off some steam and then go home.”

“Yeah well, she almost bit off Ran’s dick.”

“Hey! She didn’t need to know that!” The elder Haitani brother yells, obviously embarrassed.

The reveal catches you off guard slightly and you feel a little bit of amusement bubbling up inside of you. Nevertheless, you continue to display a look of confusion.

“I don’t know what else you want me to say.”

“Prove to us that you’re not one of them.” Shion demands.

“Be realistic. How can expect anyone to do that.” Shuji says giving him a full-on glare as if he has killing intentions.

Shion goes silent for a moment which gives Mikey enough time to take over the interrogation.

“Brahman is a rival gang and your friend is part of it. How did you not know anything about it?”

Shrugging, you reply:

“We just work together. Tonight was actually the first time we actually saw each other outside of our job.”

“So you don’t know anything about what they could be planning?”

“No.” You shake your head.

A loud groan is heard and it came straight from Shion. The light-haired man just stands up before approaching you menacingly.

“Hey, what are you--?”

Hanma stands up as well, getting ready to take Shion’s incoming attack however the black and blonde-haired man is hastily yanked back onto the couch by Mocchi. Much to his dismay, the bigger man then holds him down.

You now display a look of absolute fear in your eyes once Shion is within arms reach of you. The man did not hesitate with grabbing your arm roughly, making you squeal.

“You expect us to believe the shit that came out of your mouth, girl?”

He asks, smiling as he is clearly entertained by the fearful look on your face.

“Take it easy. We have no reason not to believe her.”

Wakasa speaks up in your defense as he starts standing up followed by the larger man who was sitting next to him.

“So you’re just gonna take her word for it?!”

“Why not? She was drugged out in Hanma’s room while her friend tried to kill Ran. That should be proof enough.” The other man replied.

You look past Shion to peer at both of the men, who are clearly the oldest members. Shion quickly forces you to look directly back at him. He does think over the words that were spoken; however, there seems to be a small spark in his eye.

“Yeah, I guess that could be the case, Benkei.”

He says. Although it appears that he is contemplating, Shion still remains to have a tight grip on your arm. The grip is so tight that it feels like he is stopping the blood from flowing. At this point, fear and irritation boil over causing you to subtly grind your teeth.

“You are actually really cute. No wonder Hanma kept you around for so long.”

“Oh God, he’s being a fuckin’ creep now.” Wakasa slyly remarks as he rolls his eyes.

“This is exactly why he doesn’t get girls.” The man named Benkei adds with a smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

You scrunch your face in slight disgust but more-so frustration. Despite that, you try breaking free from his grip but it is to no avail. Hanma can see the change in your expression, and this time, it is he who feels an unhinged aura from you. The man stops writhing under Mocchi as a result, suspecting what is about to happen next.

“Shion, let her go.”

Kakucho demands but he’s ignored. Shion just laughs, feeling you shake in his grasp as the rest of the Kanto Manji Gang executives stand up, getting ready to charge at Shion.

“He said let go of me.”

You muster out though it did not take too much longer before your body reacts to the terrifying encounter before your brain can fully process what is happening. Your free hand rises up and in no time, it makes a harsh impact on Shion's cheek causing him to stumble backward while simultaneously letting go of you. All of the guys - including Mikey - stand in complete shock by your sudden action.

As soon as you calm down slightly, you realize what you have done as Shion regains his composure. Noticing a red handprint on his cheek, you just slightly step back.

“You fuckin’ slapped me!” He shouts.

“As she should’ve. You had no reason to escalate this.” Rindou remarks.

It seems the slap also brought some sense back into Shion as the usually belligerent and loud man just stands quietly. You’re just as surprised as everyone else, and Hanma starts laughing loudly at the turn of events.

“That’s my girl! Fuck, tonight has been nothing but full of surprises!”

He cheers. His demeanor catches Mocchi off guard long enough for him to be forced off Hanma by Kakucho. Almost immediately, Hanma goes to you before gently grabbing your arm and inspecting it.

“You better hope you didn’t break it.” He says.

“Of course, I didn’t,” Shion responds, rubbing his stinging face.

“Yeah ‘cause you might get slapped again,” Benkei says with a series of chuckles.

The Haitani brothers step forward while looking at you. Mikey and Sanzu are the last two to gather around you. The former softly gazes at you and despite his dark eyes and perpetual dark aura, you can see small hints of his childish personality.

“So what’s the verdict, Mikey? Is she safe of what?” Hanma asks the much smaller male.

Everyone in the gang - including you - looks at Mikey waiting for his response. The room is silent as the blonde man just tucks his hands in his black pants before simply stating in a blank tone:

“I highly doubt she’s involved with Brahman based on what we know, so that means you can take her home. Just make sure she does not come back here. Meeting adjourned.”

After stating that, Mikey starts walking towards the stairs followed by Sanzu. Relieved, Hanma puts his arm around you.

“See? I told you that everything will be fine.”

“My friend. Where is she?” You suddenly ask, catching him off guard.

“Relax, she just needs to be questioned a little more.” Rindou answers.

You’re a bit unsatisfied with the answer, but you stop yourself from questioning further knowing that you’ve just barely put everyone’s suspicions at ease. At this point, you’ve learned that despite the Kanto Manji Gang’s awful reputation, the members are nothing how you imagined. Instead of these scary and ruthless gangsters you see on tv, you meet a bunch of guys who you chalk up to being a bunch of weirdos just like Hanma.

“I wouldn’t worry about her much. After all, she did not bother to check for you once at all. She still hasn’t asked about you.” Ran says.

“What?” You ask though you’re slightly relieved at the confirmation that she’s still alive. At the same time, you’re conflicted as you also put the pieces together in regard to your friend’s behavior tonight.

“See, Shortcake? I told you that you have terrible taste in friends.” Hanma remarks.

“And what does that say about you?” Wakasa asks while raising an eyebrow.

The tall man just chuckles again.

“I never said I was a good friend but I’m a helluva lot better than most people.”

The remaining men just listen to Shuji’s response before averting their eyes to see your reaction to it. You just present a half-smile while simultaneously feeling conflicting emotions.

“Whatever the case may be, get her home safely,” Benkei tells Hanma.

“Yes, Benkai. I know what to do.”

Shuji smiles more and then he grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers with his before escorting you to the wooden steps. You two ascend up the stairs and back into the main part of the house, leaving the rest of the executives.

“I can’t believe he let a pint-sized woman shoot him,” Wakasa adds referencing your work friend’s previous actions.

“I can’t believe he has a woman,” Mocchi adds.

The younger Haitani brother then points out Hanma’s behavior.

“He’s so fuckin’ in love with her that it kinda annoys me.”

“I should’ve fucked her instead,” Ran interjects while sighing.

“Yea, she does seem better than the usual women we have here.” Kakucho follows up though he slightly scoffs at Ran’s statement.

Lastly, Shion speaks up while rubbing his still-red cheek. The sparkle in his eyes becomes apparent as a lovesick smile adorns his face.

“She fuckin’ slapped me and I loved it.”

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[Safe to say, the KMG are a bunch of simps but at least you're safe......for now]

[So about that Reader x Draken fic I mentioned a while back. Well, it turned into a threesome with Hanma. If you still want to be on the tag list for that, let me know.]

Hanma is pansexual as he does not discriminate when he's horny

Baji has sexually experimented with Mitsuya. He admittedly enjoyed it but knows he won't do it with any other man. (future Baji x Mitsuya x Reader fic in the works)

Ran has only had sexual experiences with two women in his life and both were from long-term relationships.

Rindou is actually the real womanizer of the Haitani Brothers

Speaking of being a womanizer, Smiley sleeps around

Which characters have a foot fetish? MIKEY, SHION, Shinichiro, Hakkai, Kazutora, Mucho, and Peh-yan does.

Hanma once accidentally sent Mikey a picture of his dick (Draken beat his ass the next time he saw him)

South had a girl hold a knife to his neck while he was fucking her missionary (he came in less than two minutes)

As established, South likes knife play. He also likes to be choked by his girl too. (Masochist?)

Who are our service doms? They are MITSUYA, DRAKEN, BENKEI, Wakasa, Akkun, Rindou, and Kakucho.

Kokonoi has a weakness for lingerie.

Kisaki regularly indulges with BDSM. (He LOVES to keep his subservient women.)

Sanzu loves fucking girls on their period. He'll smear the blood all over him and even eat them out when they are at their heaviest. (Therapy for him please.)

Mitsuya has given road head to an ex-boyfriend before. They almost got into a car accident. He obviously hasn't learned his lesson as he tried fingering an ex-girlfriend while driving.

Taiju LOVES being pissed on. He also pissed on and inside a few partners before. (religious people, man)

Pillow Prince/Princess: HINATA, KAZUTORA, Kokonoi, MIKEY, Ran, Izana, Hakkai, and Chifuyu.

South may have been responsible for a small chlamydia outbreak in his hometown

The champion at pussy-eating goes to SHINICHIRO SANO! The runner-up for pussy eating is Mitsuya, and the bronze is a tie between Draken and Hanma. Right after them is Kakucho!

Baji once got a blowjob in the parking lot right before a Toman meeting.

While we're on the subject of Baji, he lost his virginity in a public restroom to a random girl at a festival. (Yes, an exhibitionist)

Characters who have a size kink are HANMA, DRAKEN, TAIJU, MUCHO, SOUTH, and BAJI. (In Baji's case, it is less physical stature and more so his aura that makes his women feel small.)

Shion is downright submissive. He LOVES a mean girlfriend in bed.

Speaking of submissive men, Draken can get VERY submissive in bed and the same can be said about Takeomi.

No need to wear typical lingerie around Izana as a nice skirt or short dress will suffice. It's easy enough for him to fuck when all he has to do is lift the fabric.

Kazutora is so touch-starved that he got hard simply because his crush grabbed his shoulder when she happily greeted him (This too is also a fanfic that I am planning on writing.)

Speaking of Kazu-boo, he has the prettiest moans!

Last but not least, let's name all the guys who LOVE a pair of nice titties! HANMA, BAJI, TAKEMICHI, SMILEY, KAZUTORA, RAN, Mucho, Takuya, Mikey, Kazushi, Shinichiro, Pah, and Hakkai.

Shinichiro Sano

The moment when he meets Emma’s son is the moment he takes the little guy under his wing. Just like what he did with Mikey, he showed little Draken Jr the ropes for fixing up and maintaining motorcycles. He even gave little DJ a toy replica of Draken’s Zephyr. 

Ran Haitani

Ran is proud of the fact that his nephew probably loves him more than Rindou which is something he’ll always brag about. It may or may not have anything to do with the fact that Ran will spoil the little guy with snacks much to his brother’s dismay. Additionally, Ran will keep the baby dressed in the freshest outfits and the baby’s skin routine will always be flawless.

Hakkai Shiba

Look no further than how he helps Mitsuya takes care of his baby sisters, but that is not why he’s a great uncle. It is the way he basically becomes a surrogate father to Taiju’s daughter. He uses what he learned from Luna and Mana and applies it to his niece. Hakkai is always taking his little niece out for a walk too.

Souya ‘Angry’ Kawata

With Smiley constantly being at odds with his One-Night-Stand-turned-Baby Mama, his younger twin brother essentially takes on much of the parenting duties. Although Angry is somewhat resentful because of his brother’s past actions finally catching up, he does not hesitate to spoil his little niece with stuffed animals, head scratches, and Cocomelon.

Tetta Kisaki

The least affectionate uncle on this list; however, that does not stop Kisaki from showering Hanma’s daughter with gifts. Baby girl has not started walking and yet she already owns the best pairs of sneakers and sandals. Even though he is very reluctant to do so, Kisaki will hold Baby Hanma while her dad is busy with work. While in his arms, she will grab his earring and painfully yank at it and Kisaki begrudgingly allows her to do it.

Keizo 'Benkei' Arashi

Benkei is essentially a giant teddy bear/body pillow for Wakasa’s newborn daughter. She hasn’t even been a day old and yet she’s already sleeping peacefully on Benkei’s chest. Since then, he’s basically been her pillow whenever Wakasa is having a hard time putting her to sleep. Eventually, Wakasa figured out how to get his daughter to sleep in her crib, and although it was a huge achievement, Benkei can’t help but feel a little sad that she no longer needs him.

Kakucho Hitto

At first, Kakucho was nervous about meeting Izana’s twins due to being very self-conscious about his facial scar. That is until the twin boys almost immediately ran straight at him with open arms and playful intentions. Now, whenever Kakucho visits the Kurokawa household, the boys know that it’s time to play. Izana happily accepts knowing after playtime, it will be very easy to put the boys to bed.

Shion Madarame

Chapter Five

Slowly but surely, the effects of the drug are wearing off. It has gotten weak enough which allows you to regain some of your senses although, you’re still a bit dazed. Your brain barely manages to register an odor that eerily resembles the stench of cigarettes. Your eyes crack open and through the darkness and haziness of your vision, you notice the unfamiliarity of the environment you are in.

It took some time, but you’ve regained your consciousness, immediately noticing your body wrapped in a quilt. Despite the raging headache, you wiggle your arms and legs in an attempt to set yourself free. That is proven harder than anticipated due to the residual effects of the drug. During your feeble attempt to escape, you unintentionally start rolling your body, which made you realize the tightness of the quilt loosens up a bit.

Using that revelation, you continue to roll more, not realizing the edge of the bed is quickly approaching. In no time, you fall on the floor causing you to grunt in slight pain. On the bright side, you’ve been set free by the stuffy material. Relief immediately turns into panic upon seeing that your dress has been discarded, with the only thing left on you is your underwear. Your heart shatters into pieces assuming the worst has happened to you while you were asleep.

The last thing you remember was being on the dance floor when you were drugged, and now you’ve woken up inside of a messy bedroom. Looking around, all you see are the black walls adorned by photos of landmarks from across the world, and empty bottles. Additionally, you see a black hoodie, lying next to you. Even though you’re reluctant to do so, you take the clothing and pull it over your head to cover your nude body.

All of a sudden, a loud pop was heard. The pop sounds eerily similar to a gun firing further convincing you that you are still in a dangerous environment - most likely still at the Haitani house. Hearing that made you lose more hope; therefore, the only thing you can do is continue to cry.

Your body shakes in fear as you can no longer contain your emotions. Tears flow down your cheeks like a river and things are not made any better once you feel an uncomfortable sensation in your body. That sensation stems from nausea which is hastily followed by the urge to regurgitate the toxins within your body.

Getting on your feet, your vision goes dizzy nearly making you vomit on the spot. You remain in control of your body until you spot an open door, leading into a dark area. You march to it and realized it is the bathroom which is just as messy as the bedroom, however, you do not care as getting to the toilet is your highest priority.

In no time, you lift the seat before leaning your face over the bowl. Instantly, vomit rushes out of you while one of your hands frantically pulls back strands of your hair. You are constantly gagging from the disgusting smell of alcohol mixed in with stomach acid along with partially digested food you ate prior to arriving at the party. Feeling disgusted and absolutely heartbroken from the situation you’re in, you cannot help the intense sobbing from releasing.

You’ve spent a few minutes leaning on the toilet while using the back of your hand to wipe your mouth as well as running snot. Through your cries, the urge to throw up returns. Immediately, leaning over the toilet seat, you let out more vomit, violently gagging from how nasty you feel. 

You’re a broken and emotional mess at this point as you have completely lost hope. Releasing more vomit, a few strands of your hair fall in front of your face, but before you could move it out of the way, a masculine hand does it for you. The grip on your hair tightens; however, you’re too preoccupied with vomiting out the rest of the poison from your body to say anything. That does not stop you from noticing a figure kneeling beside you. 

Constant cries leave you as your vision is blurred by tears, and you barely notice your back is being rubbed. Despite that, you gag again from trying to cough out the rest of the poison from your body. Vomit rushes out of your body once again, and this time it feels like you’ve been completely cleansed from the toxins. Clarity sets in and you take in a deep breath, in an attempt to calm your nerves.

“It’s okay, Shortcake.”

A soft yet deep voice enters your eardrums, immediately causing your heart to pump erratically. The voice was unfamiliar to you; however, it was the name the man muttered that sent sparks around your body. There was only one person in your life who called you Shortcake, and he is someone who you have not seen or heard from in more than ten years.

Regaining your composure, you slowly turned your head to face the individual that is behind you. To your surprise, a pair of soft golden orbs peer back at your e/c ones, while you swiftly recognize a familiar piece of gold jewelry dangling from his ear. 

“My necklace…?”

You croak, voice hoarse due to the constant vomiting and crying. The man pulls you into an embrace, rocking your body back and forth. Although there is a smell of cigarettes, you’ve managed to distinguish that from the familiar natural scent of the man holding you. All this combined was enough to convince you that the person whose arms are wrapped protectively around you is none other than Shuji Hanma.

“Shu?”

You ask him for confirmation, and the man just nods with a smile.

“Long time, no see, Shortcake.”

That moment of confirmation was enough to overshadow the despair you were feeling. Your arms wrap around him as you snuggle your face into his chest, crying softly. 

It has been more than a decade - more than ten years - since the last time you hugged Hanma so tightly. That same morning was the last time you saw your childhood best friend. That same friend who protected you kept you warm during the winters and told you corny jokes. He is the same friend who’d you have a teasing match with. Additionally, Shuji Hanma was someone who you trusted with your life, and he felt the same way about you.

“I’ve missed you!”

You’ve blurted out though much of it was muffled because your face is buried in his chest. Hanma nonetheless heard and understood exactly what you said; therefore, he hugs you tighter as if he is afraid you’ll be whisked away by the wind. 

“I’ve missed you too.” He says, wasting no time returning the sentiment.

It was not long before you slowly separated your face from his chest to take a breath. That is when you noticed a wet spot along with a strand of snot on the shirt Hanma is wearing. It is the same spot you had your face snuggled against as you cried. Through your soft sobs came laughter as you frantically start rubbing your hand over the spot.

“I’m so sorry, Shu! I didn’t mean to do that.”

Shuji just chuckles at how adorable you look as you try cleaning his borrowed shirt. The man just gently grabs your wrist forcing you to stop.

“It’s okay.” He says softly while rubbing his calloused thumb over your hand.

Your eyes look at Punishment that is adorning his hand. You smile to yourself as you think back to when Shuji wanted to get a tattoo to which you suggested Kanji characters. Right before you were about to reminisce with Hanma about that day and talk about his tattoo, you notice blood leaking from his arm. Your smile immediately drops and concern for him washes over your body. Shuji notices your change in demeanor as soon as it happens.

“Oh my God, Shu. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Nothing serious.”

Hanma just says, brushing off the obvious gunshot wound. He can see that you are still showing concern, so he slowly stands up. Gently, he pulls you to your feet, and then guides you to his bathroom sink. You watch as he clears off space on the sink.

“Hop on it so I can get you cleaned up.”

He demands; however, you look up at him with a confused expression. Shuji just heaves out a deep chuckle before wrapping his uninjured arm around your waist forcing you to sit on the counter. You gasp, surprised by his strength, but you only just adjusted yourself into a comfortable seated position.

While Shuji grabs clean washcloths from a nearby cabinet, you took the time to piece some things together. Firstly, you always knew Hanma was a problem child as he always got into fights, hung out with delinquent kids, and even smoke a cigarette here and there. Your brain then flashes back to just a few days ago during your night shift - that same night when your work friend invited you to the Haitani party. That man who had that chilling smile on his face when you were serving his meal was no doubt Hanma, and Hanma was sat at the table with none other than the Kanto Manji Gang. 

The realization hits you like a truck although, you are not entirely surprised by it. Hanma was not surprised either when he sees that your facial expression and body language has shifted significantly. He sees that you’ve become tenser, so he approaches you carefully. He stands in front of the sink while you’re sitting on the counter next to him, waiting on him to break the awkward silence that filled the bathroom.

The man just run both washcloths under the running warm water. After that, he hands you one of the damp washcloths with a smirk on his face.

“We got a lot to talk about.” He states in a matter-of-fact tone.

There is no doubt in Shuji’s mind that you have pieced together his involvement with Tokyo’s most dangerous gang. A foreboding emotion filled his body even when he was dabbing at the gunshot wound on his arm. Despite the sharp pain emanating from his attempt at cleaning his wound, the unnerving feeling of your reaction to his gang involvement was what made him more uncomfortable.

He is a very violent man after all. The two mutilated bodies in the downstairs guest bedroom are proof enough. Hanma also knows that he isn’t exactly ‘sane’ either. Both of these alone could be enough to scare you away from him. He wouldn’t know what to do if he lost the person he has cared about for so many years. In fact, you are just one of two people he cared about, with the other person dying not too long ago. Hanma knows he cannot let you leave his life too especially after it is so soon since you two reunited.

“Shu?” Your soft voice pierced through his ears which was enough to bring him out of his trance.

Hanma did not realize he was bestowing a dark expression on his face until you brought him back to reality. You begin to contemplate what you were about to ask him as a very important question comes to mind. What happened to you since you were drugged? Although, you believe you have a pretty good idea about what happened considering how you woke up in Hanma’s bed, naked. A part of you cannot fathom the possibility of your childhood best friend taking advantage of you like that, hence your hesitation to ask him.

Instead of anything coming out of your mouth, you just use the damp cloth in your hand to wipe your face. Your free hand hugs your other arm in a self-soothing manner as you fight to hold back more tears from coming out. You did not even notice your body shaking due to your state of mind.

“You didn’t get raped.” Shuji suddenly says with a blank face, catching you off guard.

You quickly look at him with disbelieving eyes. There is no other explanation as to why you’d wake up naked after being drugged. You shake your head, allowing more tears to flow from your eyes. Scared, you start speaking with a shaky voice:

“Shu, I-”

“I made sure nothing happened to you.” Hanma cuts you off.

Both of you are locked in a fierce staring contest. The words you want to speak are trapped in your throat upon seeing the earnest look on his face. It’s been years, but you remember that face. It’s rare when Shuji Hanma is serious about something, and this moment is no different.

“I got to you just before anything happened.”

The man reassures, leaning closer to you. His Sin hand caresses your cheek using his thumb to wipe the tears flowing down it. Hanma couldn’t help but gaze at your quivering lips before looking back into your e/c eyes. The room is silent but a thick mist of tension fills the air as you two continue to stare each other down. Your mind is still in somewhat of a haze because of the turn of events from tonight and the same can be said about Hanma. 

“Shortcake?”

He calls for you in a low growl, sending shivers down your spine and between your legs.

“Yea, Shu?” You answer back, making him feel the same sensation.

There is another long pause as you anticipate what the tall man is about to say. He just smiles softly while leaning even closer to your face. You prepare for what is about to come, even closing your eyes in the process. Unintentionally, your lips pucker.

Hanma presses his lips against yours sending sparks throughout his body. For so long, he has been wanting to kiss you, but he never had the chance to do it. Now you’re right in front of him, in a vulnerable position. He couldn’t contain himself, especially after feeling so much joy after officially reuniting with you. He’s been watching you from afar for far too long, and he wanted - needed - to be with his best friend again. He wanted - needed - you in his arms again. 

Your hands feel his toned chest as he deepens the kiss. Your repressed emotions are finally spilling out once you let out a quick whimper. Hanma wastes no time sliding his tongue into your mouth. His free hand rub on your thigh, feeling your soft s/c skin against his rough fingers.

All of a sudden, loud knocking is heard from Hanma’s bedroom door. The knocking is quickly followed up by a rough tone of voice:

“HANMA! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE!”

The loud noise startles both of you. Hanma separates from you before letting out a chuckle. He pats your head as you have a look of worry and fear.

“Don’t be alarmed. It’s just Shion Madarame. He’s harmless.”

Shuji says as he finishes cleaning up his gunshot wound while Shion continues to bang on the door. The man then goes back into his bedroom before opening the door, finding a feisty Shion on the other side.

“Mikey needs you down in the basement. We’re about to interrogate that woman.” He says.

“Why? We already know she’s part of Brahman. What more information do we need?” Hanma rhetorically asks.

“There were reports that she came here with another woman. That woman is nowhere to be seen AND the guards confirmed that she didn’t leave here.”

Hanma just laughs, knowing the woman Shion is referring to is you. His laughter just annoys the light-haired man, prompting him to breathe out in rage.

“Wow. So angry.” Hanma gaslights and he resumes his laughter.

From the bathroom, you can vaguely hear the conversation going on between Hanma and the other man. Curious, you get down from the sink before poking your head out of the room. You notice Shuji is engaged in a conversation with another man, who looks unhappy. That man, spot you spying.

“So that’s what you’ve been up to?!”

The man asks Shuji with an annoyed tone. He turns around and looks at you with a soft yet amused expression. He then looks back at Shion.

“Yea. We’re getting cleaned up, now leave. I’ll be down there in a few.”

Hanma tries shutting the door but the man on the other side stops it with his hand that is adorned with brass knuckles.

“She matches the description of the woman that came here with the Brahman bitch. You’re harboring a person of interest.”

You can practically feel the dangerous aura radiating from that man Shuji is talking to. You sink back into the bathroom but Hanma’s demanding voice stops you.

“Shortcake? Come here.”

Although reluctant, you emerge from the bathroom and slowly made your way to the door. Your anxiety starts to spike once again realizing this is another member of the Kanto Manji Gang that you’ll be facing. Despite this man being shorter than Hanma, he looks more intimidating to you. As soon as you arrive at the door, you mostly hide behind Hanma’s body as you can feel the other man’s gaze searing through your skin.

“This is Shion. As I said, he is harmless. And Shion, this is Y/n. She’s harmless too.” Hanma introduces you two.

There is a moment of silence before Shion crosses his arms.

“She came here with that Brahman bitch.”

Hearing those words reminded you about your work friend. Since seeing her with Ran Haitani, you haven’t heard anything about her. Your mind starts thinking of the worst that may have occurred, so you’re once again filled with concern.

“Shortcake, do you have any involvement with Brahman?”

The black and blonde-haired man asks, catching you off guard. You’re confused as you’ve never heard of Brahman before; therefore, you truthfully answer ‘no’.

“There. You got the answer you needed.”

Hanma tries closing the door again but Shion blocks it, this time more aggressively.

“Fuck that! You’re just gonna take her word for it!?” He asks.

“Yea.”

Came Hanma’s plain response, reinforcing the fact that Hanma fully trusts you, so it was easy to believe you.

“Mikey would never accept that! We need her down there too!”

The smile on Hanma’s face fades away slightly, showing that he too is getting annoyed. He puts his arm over your shoulders in a protective manner.

“I have every reason to believe she has zero involvement with Brahman.”

“Where’s the proof?” Shion asks, grinding his teeth in frustration.

Hanma’s smile has completely faded away and it is replaced by a glare. He stares down Shion Madarame with killing intent.

“Either you bring her downstairs so Mikey can question her or I’ll call him and tell him that you are harboring her in your room. You know that means he’ll come up here with his coke-addict henchman Sanzu, and they’ll retrieve her by any means necessary.” Shion threatens.

“Fucking snitch.” Hanma curses.

Shion just smiles knowing he has forced Shuji into a compromising position. The taller man thinks over the options given to him. Neither of them is ideal; however, one is remarkably worse than the other. The last thing he wants is for you to be this close to the rest of the Kanto Manji Gang - not because of how ruthless they are. His possessiveness wouldn’t cope with the idea of you being around them knowing the possibilities of how the other guys would act towards you.

On one hand, bringing you down of your own volition could be the best option as it’ll lead Mikey and the rest of the guys to believe you aren’t a threat. That means they’ll see you as no other than some whore - or worse, an innocent friend they can attach to. On the other hand, having Sanzu drag you downstairs will cast unneeded suspicion on you. That will cause them to think you are a threat, which could lead to you being killed or used as a slave. It did not take long for Shuji to decide.

“Fine. I’ll bring her down there to meet everyone else after we get cleaned up.” He begrudgingly agrees.

“Good. I’ll meet you there.” Shion just smirks before taking a longing look at you.

Hanma swiftly notices his lingering stare, taking the opportunity to hastily slam the door in his face. Both of you listen to Shion’s fading footsteps until he is no longer around. That allowed you to release a breath that you did not know you were holding.

Looking down at you, Hanma just smiled before asking in a fake enthusiastic tone:

“Ready to meet the rest of the Kanto Manji Gang?”

He asks you, causing your heart to sink into your stomach. 

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[If you're wondering why Hanma wasn't hesitant to introduce Reader to Shion, it is because Hanma thinks Shion is too pathetic to pose a threat.]

A/n: I'll be taking a short break as I have another story (A super Smutty one) with Draken that I really want to write. If you want to be on the taglist for that one, just let me know.

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