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It’s extremely awkward. And it happens every goddamn time. Your personality and Jotaro’s tend to clash, he’s too nonchalant and stoic, never caring about anything and you feel things too deeply and worry too much about people you barely know. And both of you have an attitude problem, so the discussions are long, heated and filled with shouting and stupid arguments. 

There’s a tiny problem, though. Every time you two fight, your stands appear behind your back and it takes them two seconds to start kissing each other. It makes no fucking sense, right? The first time that happened you spent a full minute looking at your stands just heavily making out in front of your faces, not daring to look at each other for embarrassment. 

When they stopped (after two minutes, minimum), you and Jotaro stared at each other. The shouting came back, this time about which one of them was guilty of making your stands kiss. And they came back, Star Platinum catching your stand’s lips, hands on her hips as she played with his hair. 

It took you three arguments to finally understand what the fuck was happening. 

guess who graduated today!!!!!! (hint hint: it’s me)i thought it was only right to grace you guys with a dry humping drabble in celebration 🥳

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“We shouldn’t be doing this…”

His voice comes out rough, raspy. Slightly breathless from the heated make-out session the two of you had just been tangled up in moments prior. His lips are still swollen from your kisses, chest rising and falling a little faster than usual.

“Please, Sen…” your own voice rises into a needy whine, hands refusing to stay still as they wander over him again—grabbing at his shirt, his arms, anything you can reach. “I need you so badly.”

A/n: I had so much fun writing this, especially the last two scenes. I hope Senku isn't oc. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE READ IT WHILE LISTENING TO LOVE (wave to earth). SYNOPSIS: For years, you’ve thought that Senku Ishigami’s actions were for efficiency, logic, and science. You dismissed any ideas that suggested otherwise. Because, for you, that was just how Senku was. Until one handmade lip stain forces you to question the gestures you grew to normalize. They were just acts of science, right? TAGS: fluff, fluff, and more fluff. WC: 4177

The first person to vocally point it out was Yuzuriha. Her eyes were wide with curiosity and bewilderment. You nearly laughed in disbelief. 

Because from your perspective, what she was saying barely made any sense. This was the Senku Ishigami she was talking about. The science-obsessed boy who approached everything in life with logic.

“You're telling me that's…normal?” She gestured at the small milk carton in your hands that Senku gave you minutes ago. 

You nodded casually while sipping. “Yeah, it's just milk.”

tell me you love it. tell me it made you slam your laptop shut. tell me you brought it up at your college lecture about kink. key smash in all caps. quote the passage that made you think. i promise, we’ll love it.

CONFRONTATION pt.1 | mikey sano

this is part sixteen of the series kill the lights

⇝ PAIRING: timeskip!biker!mikey sano x fem!reader

⇝ SERIES SYNOPSIS: after moving by yourself to tokyo, you black out at a party and wake up with a new friend. as she sweeps you up in her fast-paced city life, you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for her mysterious brother. but something dark is brewing in the city. as his past threatens to resurface, mikey must fight not only physical enemies but the mental battle of his feelings for you. he can't resist you , but could he ever forgive himself if something happened to you? he'll love you selfishly and protect you savagely.

⇝ PART SIXTEEN LENGTH: 4.1k words

⇝ PART SIXTEEN WARNINGS: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

all characters are 20+; Alternate Universe! Canon Divergent. mikey comes to apologize for the events of the previous evening. emotions come to a head as you test your power over him.

⇝ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for your patience! This is part 1 of the CONFRONTATION. I wanted to put something out while I continue to work on part 2 (and also so that this chapter isn't too long). I hope you enjooooyyyy~

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Kusuo Saiki with his new wife who’s extremely independent and refuses to let him help her with his powers when they move into their first house together, insisting she can do it all by herself..naturally, driving him slowly insane.

Warnings: light swearing, slightly occ Saiki because he’s grown up and is in love etc, mentions of his parents, brief mentions of his friends, some arguing (which is more like banter than anything) and a touch of angst, kissing and physical touch. Reader has a germanium ring on and it lets him see her and not read her mind etc. “Talking” ‘Thinking’.

Kusuo never dreamt he’d ever get married- ever. He met you not long after he graduated through a friend of his, Hairo, and you were..different from everyone else. One- he could actually see you- like see your skin and eyes and hair. And two- like his “best bud” (who- yes, is still his best friend) he couldn’t read your mind. Which intrigued him.

He soon found out it was because of a certain ring he saw on your right hand- one he soon came to the conclusion of it being germanium.

He knew you weren’t a psychic, you didn’t have it on because you wanted to block your own powers out or anything, but he found it funny how you just happened to have the one type of metal on that blocked out his.

You liked him. Saiki could tell, the way you smiled at him, the way you tried your best to walk next to him and sit next to them when the five of you got food on your first proper hangout with Hairo, Kaidou and nenudo..

He ignored you at first- smoothly. Causally. But it didn’t take long for you to catch his eye, talking about how you wanted to go to college to study and start a life for yourself. He soon found himself wanting to know what you liked because you told him- not because his powers did.

So he let you walk next to him. He let you sit next to him- and he even held a conversation with you, a real one and he was only sarcastic like- twice!

It surprised nenudo, kaidou (who not-so-secretly had his eye on you not long before) and even Kuboysan, but most of all himself. He wanted you to like him- needed you too, in fact. You got his number and eventually (after just under a month of talking) asked him out.

He said yes after only four tries on your part even after he had told himself he’d reject you every time you asked- that it was pathetic he even gave you his number, that you’d never want him because of his powers..

After the first date (which featured the two of you sat in a rather small cafe as you yapped and he listened and even as he desperately tried to make himself appear uninterested he easily gave himself away because of the amount of times he perked up at something you said or asked you a question about the stories you told) he had told himself that he wouldn’t see you again.

But your second date came a week later, then the third and all of a sudden he was your boyfriend- he told you about his powers and you told him you still liked him the exact same. In fact, that was the first night you told him you loved him.

And the first night you, rather awkwardly but passionately, made love.

He told you about the ring- what it does to him. You had asked him if he’d rather you took it off but- he shut down the idea quickly. He said he liked the normalcy of being able to just talk to you and not know what you’re about to say. Although it does scare him sometimes he adores some of the things you say- how often you take him by surprise.

By the time you were in your second year at college and he got a smaller office job in the capital of Kanto, he had bought a ring and proposed to you.

You got married six months ago. It was a beautiful service with only your closest friends and family- coffee jelly as the dessert, even if he wanted it to be the cake, and he still remembers how gorgeous you looked walking down the aisle. It was one of the first times he’s ever truly paused, realised how much he loved you and gone- “oh.”

He never wanted to end up like his parents, young and overbearingly in love. And- in a way he hasn’t.

Yes, he’s lovey with you just not overbearingly so, like his mother is to his father. He will spoon you in bed, make love to you when you both want it (which seems to be more and more recently), will cook and clean for you- will hold your hand in public, kiss your forehead and hands, tell you he loves you.

But he’d never be seen or heard calling you his “darling wife” or “sugar-bun” or “my holy light” (a few of his favourites from his parents.) You’ll get the odd “my love” or “dear.” If you’re lucky or he’s broken something or done something wrong or he wants something- he’ll hit you with the “baby” because he knows you simply can’t resist it.

Something as absurd as kids hasn’t even been a conversation yet and he doesn’t plan on starting it- no matter how many times he hears his parents thinking about it and even the few times you’ve talked to him when you’ve seen a child playing with their parents and you’ve gotten distracted, he refuses to start that conversation.

He isn’t completely against it..but he wants to start his actual life with you first, have some quiet time with you...even if it isn’t as quiet as he’d like 80% of the time, with how..expressive and intriguing you can be.

For example- right now.

He’s holding on one of the many boxes you both have into the living room area, having some of your belongings in it, watching you in the middle of the room as you begin to gather the pieces and screws needed for the couch you’re trying to build.

You had picked it out last week after finally completing the paperwork for the houses official rights. He liked it and found the one on show at the store comfortable and the colour matches the shade of the wall you painted- and you loved it, so he had no problem with it.

Only, it looks very hard to build.

“You know I could just build us that in a second, right?” He sets the box down on the floor and raises his left hand up towards the couch-

“No!” You quickly move in front of the pieces. “Wait- I wanna try it myself, I don’t need your powers.” You blurt out as you grab the instructions. “I can do it.”

He pauses- raising an eyebrow. He knows exactly what- I can do it -means, it means you’re about to struggle for a solid two hours- refusing his help, stressing yourself out. It will most likely end in tears. Most likely yours.

One time it even ended in his.

“Hm.” He looks to the pieces, to you, to the instructions then back to the pieces. “Are you sure? I can-”

“I’m sure! There’s a coffee jelly in the fridge. Go eat it.” You wave your hand dismissively at him. He perks up slightly at the thought of his favourite pudding- dammit, you know him too well. “Fine. Call me if you need me.” He turns and walks out towards the kitchen, suddenly more eager than before.

You’ve done this before. You did it last week wit the bed- two weeks ago with one of the drawers for your room and again with putting the tv up when you first moved in.

He’s genuinely starting to think you’re coming up with ways to ignore him.

You nod, mostly to yourself, and take a deep breath before you begin to pick up some pieces, the same as the instructions say to start with. He was right, this does look difficult. There are different packs for the different sections of the table- the legs, drawer, top part and bottom..

‘Can’t be too hard, right?’ You think to yourself with a smile- a wave of confidence suddenly surging through you.

—20 minutes later—

There are now countless half-empty packs around you, five various screwdrivers and a half-built couch.

“This- wait what? Where the fuck does this go then?!” You mutter to yourself in annoyance, your hand holding onto a longer screw identically to some others you saw five minutes ago!

You have the bottom half of the couch set up- the legs are all attached to the longer piece of wood that’ll act as the base for the seating, but for some reason you have..a spare screw? No- the box doesn’t say anything about there being a spare! It literally says- ‘spares will not be available’!

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. ‘Don’t cry- don’t cry, don’t cry- you can’t, you said you could do this!’

Even though you know for a fact anyone else could have finished it by now, never mind your psychic husband who’d have the whole house done by now if it wasn’t for your stubbornness, your sure you’ll get it done before six!

‘Yeah- I can get this done for dinner, right? It’s only in -you look to the clock on the wall -half an hour, crap!’ You groan to yourself. You’ve been doing this for twenty minutes?!

You pause and take a deep breath. “I can do this. Come on- I did the first half perfectly!” You scoff, ignoring the screw for now as you grab another piece of, longer, wood.

It only takes about another ten minutes for Saiki to find his way back into the living room, a satisfied look on his face..before he takes in the cushions, packs, the wood- the random nail next to you and your confused face and the satisfaction leaves him instantly.

“Hey.” He says in a slightly firm tone, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he moves to squat besides you. “Let me do it. I’ll let you take credit if that’s what you want.” You scoff and shake your head- one hand coming up near his face as you wave it absentmindedly. “I’m fine-”

He puts a hand on your shoulder, an unamused and knowing look on his face. “Why don’t you want my help?” He’s still not..used to this- to people not asking for help or for him to use his powers for everything. So you confuse him when you get like this- all..independent and stuff. Are you mad at him? “Why do you never want my help, actually?”

…you sigh.

“It’s nothing, you should run your bath.” You try to be casual but right now- he sees right through you.

“No. There’s something.” He says plainly, face blank but his eyes full with concern you’ve only seen a couple of times from him. “Cmon..talk to me. You’rere usually yapping my ear off by now.”

You shoot him an unamused look. “I just..I- I don’t..want you to think I’m using you.” You mumble after a moment- but he hears it loud and clear even despite you having his own personal kryptonite on.

“Using me..?” His eyebrows furrow, a face anyone else would mark as disgust crossing over his features- but you know it’s nothing but confusion.

“What do you mean?” He never thought he’d be in this situation..he’s not good at comforting people, he never has been. He’s learnt how to somewhat help you- he normally just shoves ice cream into your hands and lets you lean against him in bed, listens to you ramble on. But now? He’s stuck.

You shrug and bring your hands down to your knees, messing with the material of your pants.

“You told me..when we first started out properly and stuff and you told me about how- growing up your parents asked a lot from you. Obviously, they loved you a lot and you loved them but I’d be exhausted if people were asking me to take them places and move stuff and reset things for them..so I wanted- to give you a break from that.”

Oh?

Oh.

He feels a..stirring in his chest. He didn’t even think about that. He didn’t even think you’d remember, he told you nearly four years ago about how he used his powers- and he’s only brought it up once or twice in passing since.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” He says almost..blankly, swallowing as he nudges your shoulder slightly to make you look at him. “I know it seems like I hate doing stuff with them..and I can’t use my powers on you because of the ring but I dont mind them.”

You hesitate for a moment before looking at him, your arms going limp in your lap and your whole body relaxing just a touch. You sniffle and shrug.

“Seriously.” He glances down to your lips then back to your eyes through his glasses- before he brings his hand up and takes them off, showing his purple pupils- putting them to the side as he shifts so he’s cross legged next to you, watching as you wipe a tear away with the back of your hand.

“I don’t..see me using my powers to help anyone as a chore. I see it as a way to help, especially now. I’ve been using them for myself for years.” He shrugs softly, eyes scanning over your face. “Selfishly. Like my parents.” He mumbles playfully, smiling to himself.

He can’t help but be..almost- touched that you actually care about him this much. That you’d put yourself through so much stress for him.

“Have you been doing so much recently because you think that?” He looks into your eyes- and you can’t help but pause and admire his for a second. You’ve always found his eyes extremely beautiful and as much as you love your husband with his glasses on, him without them on hits different.

“I haven’t been doing that much.” You scoff and look down, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“You literally made yourself cry last week because I teleported you to class and you forget to say thank you.” To be fair, he should have seen something like this coming. But he thought you were just being emotional!

“M’sorry.” You sigh softly. “I was trying to be helpful and not put too much pressure on you..but I-” He shakes his head, his hand coming to rest on your knee, cutting you off.

“It’s fine..it’s fine. Just let me build the stupid couch so we can watch a movie tonight.” He mutters half-playfully, looking at you like you’ve just bought him 10000 coffee jellies and promised him a years worth of quietness. He wipes away another tear and leans in, kissing your cheek as he stands up.

You smile and nod, sniffling as you stand up- moving next to him. He brings his hand up like he did nearly half an hour before- wind sweeps around his hair dramatically and his clothes wave a touch before the couch suddenly builds itself into place on the back wall facing the tv on the fireplace.

It took him five seconds to do what could have taken you the rest of the night.

“Thank you.” You whisper, leaning in and putting your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his middle and pushing yourself against him. He slowly brings his hand down and around your shoulder, the move natural and something so unlike Saiki it makes you smile.

He turns his head to look down at you. “It’s nothing to be thankful about..it’s for both of us so get used to more things..appearing.” He kisses the top of your head.

You tilt your head slightly into the touch before you lean further back and slowly lean up, pressing your lips to his. It takes him less than a second to turn his body full towards yours and kiss back, his hands moving to cup your face.l gently and softly, making sure not to hurt you.

“I love you, Kusuo.” You whisper as you lean back, pressing your head against his.

“Yeah, yeah- I love you too.” He mutters, his cheeks flushing slightly as he playfully nudges you towards the couch.

You spend the rest of the night ordering in, eating and watching movies on the comfy couch your husband insisted on only being comfy because he was the one who made it.

You love the life you’re beginning to build with him.

And he loves this life just as much- if not more than you..and he’s willing to endure your ranting and nervousness if it means your his.

Hi again bestie!! Thanks for the second request! I’m one of those people that hates surprises and I do look for it. So far, only my sister is successful in hiding gifts without me finding it lol. But anyways, enjoy and happy holidays.

Day 22: Mikey x Reader: Please Tell Me You Aren’t Searching My Room for Where I’ve Hidden Your Present?

Mikey was frantically searching your room for something.  You see, Mikey isn’t a fan of getting surprised.  He just wants to know what he’s getting so he can prepare himself in case it’s awful and he needs to act like he likes it.  Which led him to your room.  But he stopped when he heard a sigh.

You looked around your room at the mess.  Clothes were thrown everywhere.  Nothing was in the right place, and Mikey was in the middle of all the chaos.

% mikey x fem!reader

% angst, self-indulge, possible tokyorev spoilers, cringe, not proofread, errors !

% lowercase intented

A/N: wanted to post this and i wrote this in 2022

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"yo," mikey's eyes drifted to his right, eyes blank and emotionless as he saw draken beside him, making himself comfortable sitting beside mikey in the side walk.

"what are you looking at?" draken asked his bestfriend who stared at the playground infront of them. people of all ages are enjoying their time, playing, chatting or just spending time with each other. kids are shouting in glee, running all over the playground, making draken raise his eyebrow finding nothing interesting to where mikey was looking at.

"..."

draken sighed, eyes rolling since he didn't get any response from mikey. he was mentally beating himself from asking when he knew mikey wouldn't answer him, he always have been a paradox that even draken couldn't decipher.

however, draken heard a familiar laugh.

draken's eyes widen, mouth agape like he couldn't form a proper sentence and when he looked at mikey, he had a bitter sweet smile on his lips ─ somewhat relieved to which draken furrowed his eyebrows to.

"y-you guys broke up?" draken stuttered, turned to mikey, surprised.

"we did." mikey spoke for the first time.

"and you're okay with that?"

mikey turned to look at draken for the first time, eye to eye and he couldn't read the emotions swirling inside mikey's piercing gaze.

was he angry? was he sad? did draken crossed a line? is he asking too many questions? is the prying too much-

"do you know what i love about her?" mikey asked draken while turning his gaze back to you twirling around, the sun was reflecting you making it looked like an eternal glow.

you who radiated everything nice, deserves the world.

but mikey knew he wasn't the one who was supposed to give you that.

mikey recalls how you stayed despite his persistent distance from you, opting to keep you at arm's length and eventually that distance grew. how you remained the sweetheart to even his worst self, but mikey who was once giving you his all transitioned into that closed off person that even you didn't knew.

how you even managed to keep up with him even though he was stattering your heart into pieces. but he knew, you were almost at your breaking point.

that's why he opted to let you go. even if it was heart-breaking for him, even if it feels like his heart was being ripped from his body, and that heart was beating to a stop, that's when he knew ─ he needed to let go.

he kept those selfish thoughts of his ─ thinking of begging on the ground on his knees just to let you stay because mikey knew he always have a soft spot in your heart, but he can't do that, especially when he broke you too much, he pushed you too much, hiding you ─ caging you into the void.

"i want to see that smile ken-chin," mikey bitterly smiles, "even if it means letting her go." he says while gritting his teeth, almost as if he was spatting out venom.

he then turns to draken whose eyes are still wide open, mouth widen in shock, unable to close. mikey could see the hurt inside his bestfriend's eyes but sympathy was the most apparent one of all since draken knew how much they meant to each other.

"but at least i get to watch the life she deserves. the promised life that i vowed but couldn't give to her."

and by cue, you flashed your contagious smile to the boy you're dating now, the same smile you always managed to give mikey, the very one who gave him nothing but serenity yet now it only manages to make his heart clenched.

Summary: You're the beloved, fiercely protected darling of Bonten — the most dangerous criminal syndicate in Tokyo, led by Mikey and his five closest men: Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Kakucho, and Kokonoi. They call you princess, darling, and treat you like royalty, keeping you wrapped in warmth, affection, and handmade blankets. But despite the luxury and loyalty, you’re still human — prone to nightmares, needing comfort, craving normalcy.

One day, while seeking a quiet moment alone, you accidentally wander into the middle of a covert Bonten job. Mikey’s cold, dangerous side surfaces, and you’re rushed away in fear — not of the job, but of how distant and terrifying he suddenly felt.

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The room was cold. The kind of cold that wasn’t from air conditioning, but the kind that came from sharp suits, colder eyes, and guns tucked just out of sight.

The infamous Bonten boardroom.

Six of the most dangerous men in Tokyo sat in silence, flanked by sleek walls and the looming presence of power. But for once, the focus of the room wasn’t on them.

It was you.

Wrapped up like a little blanket burrito in soft grey fleece, cradled protectively in Rindou Haitani’s lap — your head tucked beneath his chin, breath rising and falling slowly, peacefully. One of your arms was wedged between his chest and your own body, the other curled up near your face as you slept with the softest frown on your lips.

Completely unaware that a meeting with a rival syndicate was in session.

A low hum came from Rindou’s chest as he adjusted his hold around you slightly, tucking a piece of the blanket closer to your cheek. His fingers threaded gently through your hair, like muscle memory.

“Don’t move too much,” Ran muttered beside him, a teasing smirk on his lips. “You’ll wake princess.”

“She stayed up waiting for us last night,” Rindou murmured. “Didn’t want to sleep until we were all back.”

Kokonoi, seated across the table, sighed through his nose without looking up from his tablet. “That’s because she worries too much. Even though we’re the ones keeping her safe.”

“She just loves you dumbasses,” Sanzu chimed in, flicking ashes into a crystal tray. “Especially you, Koko. You and your little stress wrinkles.”

Koko didn’t look up. “I moisturize.”

The rival gang sitting across the room looked unsure whether they had stepped into a mafia negotiation… or a soap opera. One of them made the mistake of letting his gaze linger too long on you, his brow furrowing slightly — as if he couldn’t quite process why the crown jewel of Tokyo’s most dangerous organization was asleep during a war meeting.

The temperature in the room dropped immediately.

Mikey, at the head of the table, didn’t even glance up from where he sat. But his voice cut through the silence like a scalpel.

“Don’t look at her.”

The man blinked. “I—I wasn’t—”

Sanzu smiled without humor. “You were. And I don’t like that look on your face.”

Ran stretched his arms behind his head lazily, crossing one ankle over the other.

“See, princess is off-limits. You want a bullet buffet, feel free to keep staring.”

Rindou didn’t say anything — just tightened his arm around your waist. You shifted gently in your sleep, murmuring something unintelligible, your nose nuzzling into his collarbone. He softened immediately, one hand cupping the back of your head.

“Shhh, darling,” he whispered, voice a breath. “Just sleep.”

Across the table, Kakucho’s lip twitched in something close to amusement. His arms were folded, his presence calm and collected — but the moment anyone even looked at you wrong, his dark eyes turned feral.

“She’s not a prop. She’s our peace. Keep her that way.”

The rival gang leader raised both hands slightly in a poor attempt at pacification. “No disrespect intended. We were just surprised.”

“You should stop being surprised,” Kokonoi muttered. “And start talking. You’ve got fifteen minutes left before our princess wakes up, and trust me… she doesn’t like strangers.”

“Especially the kind who talk too loud,” Sanzu added, smiling with teeth.

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Time passed.

The meeting continued, half-heartedly. Bonten didn’t really care what this other gang had to offer. The important part — the only part — was that you were still asleep, safe and warm in one of their arms.

When you finally stirred, it was gradual. Your brows knit together as you squirmed slightly, the blanket slipping down just a little.

“Mm… ‘Dou…?”

Rindou immediately leaned in, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Right here, sweetheart.”

Your eyes blinked open slowly, lashes fluttering. You looked dazed and warm and confused by the soft murmurs around you and the dim lighting. “S’it still morning?”

“Barely,” Mikey said, lips curling around his lollipop. “Meeting’s almost over.”

You sat up a little — still swaddled — and looked around, only then noticing the unfamiliar suits across from you. “Who…?”

Sanzu leaned forward with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Just some people who don’t matter. Go back to sleep, princess. We’ll be done soon.”

But you were already awake now, still groggy but aware enough to feel the weight of six eyes on you — all fond, all gentle.

Ran chuckled and reached over to flick a finger at the tip of your nose. “Cutest security blanket we’ve ever had. You stole the whole meeting, y’know?”

“Did not…” you mumbled.

“You did,” Kokonoi said. “And you didn’t even have to say a word.”

Kakucho finally stood, pushing his chair in. “Meeting’s over. We’ve heard enough.”

Sanzu followed suit, stretching like a cat. “Finally. I’m starving. Princess, what are you in the mood for?”

You blinked, still half-tucked in Rindou’s lap. “Waffles?”

“That’s my girl,” Ran said with a grin.

“Waffles it is,” Mikey said, already texting someone. “And someone tell Takeomi to get her a new blanket. That one’s too thin.”

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The meeting room emptied quickly after you woke up — a silent command passed between the six Bonten executives. The moment you blinked sleepily at the unfamiliar faces across the table, the negotiation was done.

Their darling was awake. Priorities shifted.

You barely had time to process the abrupt end of the meeting before Kakucho was holding your blanket-bundled form gently by the elbow, guiding you to your feet like you were made of glass.

“C’mon, princess,” he said, voice warm and deep. “Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”

You yawned into the blanket, trailing after them on socked feet like a sleepy kitten. Still drowsy, still wrapped up like a burrito, you followed your men down the dim hallway of Bonten HQ.

You were barely aware of where you were being taken until you smelled it: warm syrup, toasted batter, powdered sugar, and strawberries.

Waffles.

Your eyes widened slightly as you stepped into one of the private lounges, now transformed into an impromptu breakfast suite. A low table was covered in your favorite foods — waffles stacked high, whipped cream in elegant bowls, sliced fruit, warm pastries, fresh juice, and two different syrups.

“You remembered,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“Of course we remembered,” Sanzu said, stepping behind you to gently pluck the blanket off your shoulders — only to immediately place a thicker, fluffier one around you. “We’re not animals.”

Ran chuckled. “Says the guy who once bit someone in a meeting.”

“I was in a mood,” Sanzu replied lazily. “Don’t test me. I’ll do it again.”

Mikey was already seated on the sofa, stretching out like a bored cat, plate in hand. “Come here, darling,” he said, patting the spot beside him. “We saved the warm waffles for you.”

You trudged over, letting yourself fall into the seat beside him, legs curled up. Mikey immediately draped an arm around your shoulders, drawing you against him like you belonged there (you did).

Kokonoi handed you a fork with a quiet, “Strawberry on the left, vanilla syrup in the middle. Use the one in the white bottle, the gold one’s too sweet.”

He was already back on his tablet a second later, but not before gently brushing your hair back from your face. “You’ve got blanket hair, princess.”

You puffed your cheeks. “You’re lucky I’m too sleepy to fight back.”

Koko smirked. “I’d win anyway.”

Rindou sat down at your feet, leaning against the couch with a bottle of juice in hand. “Drink this,” he said, passing it up to you. “You barely drank anything before the meeting.”

You took a sip, and he watched you with a satisfied little hum, leaning his head against your thigh like it was his favorite pillow.

“Comfortable?” you teased.

“Mmm. Very.”

Ran slid in next to Mikey, stealing a strawberry off your plate. “Y’know, I like when you nap during meetings. We all behave better.”

“I missed everything important,” you murmured.

Kakucho, seated in a plush armchair nearby, shook his head. “Nothing more important than you resting. You’ve been stressed lately.”

You blinked. “I have?”

“You chew your lip when you’re overthinking,” Mikey murmured beside you.

“You click your pen when you’re anxious,” Rindou added.

“You hold your phone like you’re waiting for bad news,” Kakucho said gently.

You paused. “You guys… notice all that?”

They all gave you a look. Six of them. Deadly, powerful, merciless in the eyes of the world. But here, in this moment, with you? Just six men hopelessly in love with one sleepy girl.

“Of course we do,” Mikey said, voice quiet. “You’re our world.”

Your throat tightened slightly, warmth blooming in your chest.

Sanzu stood up and disappeared for a moment, then returned with something behind his back.

“Got you something,” he said, stepping in front of you. “Close your eyes, princess.”

You arched a brow but obeyed. A second later, something soft and cool was draped around your shoulders — not a blanket this time, but a cashmere shawl. Elegant. Expensive. Stitched with your initials in the corner.

You opened your eyes slowly. “Sanzu…”

“Told you the other one was too thin,” he muttered. “And Koko wouldn’t shut up about thread count.”

“I just want the best for her,” Kokonoi said simply, not looking up from his tablet.

Your hands gripped the shawl tightly, heart soft and fragile with affection.

“Thank you,” you said, voice thick with emotion.

Ran leaned back and smiled lazily. “Told you she’d get all emotional.”

“You would too,” Kakucho said, “if someone gave you a blanket that cost more than your car.”

“I don’t have a car.”

“You crashed it,” Rindou reminded him.

“Semantics.”

You laughed — really laughed — and it made them all pause for a brief, quiet second. Because that sound? That soft, happy laugh?

That was worth more than all their territory, all their money, and every deal they’d ever made.

Mikey glanced around the room, watching his family and his girl, all together.

“Meeting’s officially adjourned,” he murmured. “Time to spoil our princess.”

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You had just finished your second plate of waffles and were mid-yawn when your phone buzzed on the coffee table.

📱**[Bestie💗]** calling…

You perked up immediately. “Oh! It’s her—be right back!”

Before any of the boys could say a word, you answered the call and stood up in one motion, already pacing toward the far side of the lounge with the phone to your ear, trailing your new cashmere shawl behind you like a royal train.

“Hey, babe!” you greeted, voice instantly brighter. “Oh my god, you won’t believe today—yes, I was asleep during a real mafia meeting, don’t even judge me…”

Back on the couch, six pairs of eyes followed you as you made gentle figure eights around the room.

Ran leaned back with a lazy grin. “There she goes.”

“She’s gonna wear a groove into the floor,” Sanzu muttered, smirking as he twirled a toothpick between his teeth.

“Should’ve taken the phone away,” Kokonoi murmured without looking up from his tablet.

“She sounds happy,” Rindou said softly, watching the way you gestured with your hands while talking. “I like it.”

Mikey just hummed, sipping his drink while his eyes tracked your every move like a lazy cat watching a wind-up toy.

“...and then Rindou had me wrapped up like a human burrito,” you were saying on the call, laughing. “No, I’m serious. Like full-on tucked-in and everything. You’d think I was a pet or something—”

You turned in another circle, almost stepping over Sanzu’s foot. He moved it lazily at the last second, chuckling.

Then you walked right past Kakucho, still seated in his usual armchair.

He didn’t say anything at first.

Just watched you walk by for the third time — trailing your shawl, phone pressed to your cheek, giggling softly to your best friend, occasionally twirling in place — completely unaware of how every single one of them had paused just to watch you glow.

Distracting didn’t even begin to cover it.

Finally, Kakucho exhaled a quiet breath.

“That’s enough, princess.”

Before you could react, a strong arm curled around your waist mid-step, and with almost no effort at all, Kakucho pulled you gently down into his lap.

You let out a surprised squeak, nearly dropping your phone.

“Wait! I—Kaku!”

“Sit still,” he said against your ear, voice low and steady. “You’re too distracting.”

You blinked, flustered, shifting slightly as he adjusted you comfortably against him. His arm slid securely around your waist, the other resting across your thighs, locking you in place. His palm pressed warmly against your stomach, steady and sure.

“Talk,” he said simply. “But stay right here.”

You swallowed your bashful smile and brought the phone back to your ear, your voice quieter now. “Sorry—yeah, I just got… picked up.”

“By who?” your friend asked with a laugh.

“Kakucho,” you mumbled, cheeks warm.

“He’s the serious one, right?”

You glanced sideways at his expression. Focused. Calm. But there was a faint curve at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,” you said. “But he’s sweet.”

Kakucho pressed a light kiss to your shoulder, then leaned forward and murmured in your ear:

“Tell her you’re the most spoiled girl in the world.”

Your breath hitched, laughter bubbling up. “Did you hear that? He said I’m the most spoiled—!”

“That’s because you are,” Ran called from across the room, smirking.

“Tell her you’re sitting on royalty’s lap,” Sanzu added. “The prettiest one in the room.”

Mikey raised his cup in mock-toast. “To our princess.”

Rindou reached up to flick the edge of your shawl. “She’s got a whole entourage right now.”

Kokonoi finally looked up from his screen and deadpanned, “She’s surrounded by six men, a cashmere blanket, and a golden waffle spoon. If she says she’s not spoiled, she’s lying.”

You buried your face in your free hand, laughing too hard to speak, while your friend howled on the other end.

Eventually, you lowered the phone, still breathless. “Okay, okay—she has to go. I’ll call her back later.”

You ended the call, and the room fell into a warm, easy silence.

Kakucho’s voice rumbled behind you. “Feel better now?”

You nodded, relaxing against his chest. “Mmhmm. Just needed to talk it out. She makes me feel normal.”

“You are normal,” he said, brushing your hair back. “You just live like royalty.”

You sighed happily, melting into his lap.

Ran grinned. “We should just start calling her Empress.”

“Already do,” Sanzu muttered, stretching out like a satisfied cat.

Kokonoi checked his watch. “We’ve got a free afternoon. Let’s take her shopping. Or to that gallery she keeps hinting at.”

Mikey stood, adjusting his jacket. “If she wants it, she gets it.”

You blinked up at them, heart full, mind fuzzy from sugar and affection. “You guys really don’t know how to not spoil me, huh?”

Kakucho kissed the top of your head.

“Nope. Not even a little.”

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The clock blinked 2:13 AM in red across the kitchen wall. The Bonten executives were gathered around the long island counter, half-dressed in sweats and unbuttoned shirts, their late-night meeting less business and more murmured strategy talk, glowing laptop screens, and cups of black coffee.

Mikey sat at the head of the table, legs pulled up in the chair, hood drawn over his head as he scrolled through reports silently. Kakucho was leaned against the counter, arms crossed. Sanzu lounged on the barstool, still barefoot, still fidgeting. Ran and Rindou had just come in from the balcony, hair windswept, shirts untucked. Koko, of course, hadn’t left his tablet all night.

They were mid-conversation about a new alliance when everything fell quiet at once — not because of something said, but because they felt it.

A shift in the air.

A presence.

All six pairs of eyes turned toward the hallway entrance.

And there you were.

Barefoot. Dressed in one of Mikey’s black hoodies, way too big. Hair messy. Shoulders small. You stood frozen in the doorway of the kitchen, eyes a little too wide, hands fisting the hem of the hoodie. Not speaking. Just standing there, breathing soft, blinking like you weren’t sure if this was real.

“…Darling?” Kakucho was the first to speak, voice gentle.

You blinked again. Then, quietly, in a voice small enough to break them:

“I had a nightmare…”

That was all it took.

Chairs scraped back. Someone stood so fast their cup clattered. Sanzu was already walking over. Mikey straightened in his seat. Koko locked his screen. Ran and Rindou stepped forward like they were ready to fight the dream itself.

You just stood there, still not moving, until Sanzu reached you first and crouched slightly to look into your face. His hands hovered over your arms, unsure whether to touch.

“What was it, princess?” he asked, softer than usual.

You just shook your head. “I don’t want to sleep alone.”

Kakucho was at your side instantly, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades.

“You won’t,” he promised. “Never.”

Mikey’s voice drifted in, quiet but final. “Come here.”

You let them guide you in — Rindou took your hand; Kakucho pressed you gently forward. Sanzu rubbed your back with slow, grounding circles.

You were sat on a high stool between Ran and Koko, who immediately placed one of his cardigans over your lap like a blanket. Mikey passed you a warm cup of tea he hadn’t even made until he saw you.

“Drink this. You’re shaking,” he said, not unkindly.

“I didn’t even notice…” you mumbled, voice soft.

“Nightmares’ll do that,” Ran said, brushing your hair back. “Want to tell us what happened?”

You hesitated. Then nodded slowly.

“I… I dreamed you all got hurt. I was waiting, but none of you came home.” You bit your lip, hard. “There was blood. Sirens. And I was alone in the house. I kept checking my phone. No one answered…”

Sanzu exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. “Shit.”

“No wonder you came lookin’ for us,” Rindou murmured, frowning.

Koko gave your knee a squeeze. “That’s not happening, sweetheart. Ever.”

You nodded slowly, but your fingers still trembled around the cup.

Mikey stood up.

Not quickly. Not dramatically.

Just… deliberately. Quiet and certain.

“Come with me,” he said.

You followed without a word, and the others weren’t far behind.

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Mikey sat on the edge of the massive bed and opened his arms. “Here.”

You climbed in without hesitation, and he tucked you into his chest like you were made to fit there. A heartbeat later, Kakucho slid in on your other side. Then Rindou laid behind you, curling his arm around your waist. Sanzu sprawled across the bottom edge like a lazy cat, his hand resting on your ankle protectively. Ran climbed in on Mikey’s side, legs tangled with his, casually brushing his knuckles against your knee. Koko came last, placing your phone and a water bottle on the nightstand before flicking off the light and crawling into the far end — close enough to keep watch.

You were completely surrounded.

“You okay now?” Mikey asked, thumb brushing the side of your face.

You nodded sleepily, tears dried now, heart slower.

Rindou murmured, “Still scared?”

You buried your face into Mikey’s hoodie. “Not anymore.”

They were so warm. You couldn’t even tell whose hand was in your hair anymore. Or whose foot was tucked against your calf. But it didn’t matter.

You were theirs.

And they were all here.

No sirens. No silence. No blood. Just breath, warmth, and six voices keeping you safe with whispers like shields.

“Sleep, princess.” “We’re right here.” “Not going anywhere.” “You’re safe now.” “Sweet dreams, darling.” “Always with you.”

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The morning sun leaked through the tall blackout curtains in golden slivers, cutting across tangled limbs, tousled hair, and slow, even breathing.

You woke in the center of it all — nestled between Mikey’s arm and Kakucho’s chest, with Rindou’s hand still resting lightly on your waist. Sanzu was at the foot of the bed, one leg hanging off the side, snoring softly. Ran and Koko had taken the edges, sprawled like lazy guards on a velvet battlefield.

You barely moved, just let out a quiet breath and smiled into the stillness.

No nightmare. No fear. Just them.

Eventually, someone stirred beside you.

“Mm… good morning, princess.” It was Kakucho — low voice, husky with sleep, eyes still half-lidded as he pressed a kiss to your temple. Mikey hummed on the other side, a silent nuzzle into your hair.

“I feel better,” you whispered, barely loud enough for the room. “A lot better. Thank you…”

Rindou cracked one eye open. “You sure?” “Positive,” you smiled.

You sat up carefully, limbs reluctant to leave the warmth. “You all have a long day today, right?”

Ran groaned into his pillow. “Don’t remind me.”

You smiled softly. “Then while you’re busy, I might go meet one of my friends at that new garden café near the station. Just to clear my head.”

“Want an escort?” Koko murmured, already checking his phone.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine. It’s public, daytime, super chill. I’ll text you if anything comes up, I promise.”

Mikey finally opened both eyes. “You sure you feel okay?”

You nodded, and he just stared for a moment, like he was checking for any crack in your armor. Satisfied, he nodded once, slow and final. “Alright. Go enjoy it.”

You kissed a few cheeks before you left, promising not to wander far, and texted the group chat once you arrived safely.

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The café was pretty. Too pretty to feel like a trap.

White parasols lined the patio, soft music floated through the air, and sunlight filtered gently through the wisteria vines coiled along the trellises. Your drink—an iced rose tea with honey—rested untouched on the table. You were too focused on the man beside you to even taste it.

His cologne was sharp. His cologne was close.

You shifted slightly in your chair, trying to put more distance between you and the stranger who had decided to join your peaceful catch-up with your best friend. He hadn’t been invited. He just saw you two, made a comment about how “girls like you shouldn’t sit alone,” and pulled up a chair like he belonged.

From the moment he sat down, something in your gut twisted.

Your friend had tried to explain who he was—“Oh, I think we had a class together, maybe?”—but it barely helped. He wasn’t paying attention to her. He was watching you, unblinking, like a fox cornering something soft and unaware.

“So… you from around here? You look too pretty for this neighborhood.”

You offered a tight smile. “No, I’m visiting. Just spending the day out while my boyfriend works.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” His smile stretched too wide. “Bet he’s not half as attentive as me.”

Your lips pressed together. You tried to keep it polite. Tried to stay civil.

“I’m very much taken,” you said, slowly and clearly. “He and I live together.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun. Or do you follow him around like a puppy?”

You flinched.

Your friend tried to laugh it off, uneasy. “Hey, come on. She said she’s taken.”

He waved her off and leaned closer to you—shoulder now barely a few inches from yours.

That’s when your hands began to tremble slightly.

Your fingers slid under the table, unlocked your phone.

To: Bonten 💀💬

[You]: can u guys come [You]: i don’t like this guy [You]: he won’t stop [You]: he’s making me really uncomfortable

You stared at the screen, barely breathing, heart thudding in your chest.

Sanzu replied first.

[Sanzu💉]: on my way. don’t move.

And right after:

[Koko💸]: with him. be there in 6.

Your hand dropped into your lap. You took a deep breath and forced a smile to your lips again.

The guy didn’t notice. He was still staring.

“You know, you’re not even reacting like someone in a relationship. Most girls would be texting their man to check in. You didn’t even look at your phone until just now.”

You held back the urge to laugh bitterly. Oh, you were checking in. He just didn’t know who was coming.

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The bell above the patio gate gave a delicate chime.

Sanzu was the first to walk in, his usual unhinged chaos hidden under a deceptively relaxed stroll. Tousled hair pulled into a messy half-knot, pale pink hoodie layered under a lightweight tactical jacket, his mismatched eyes scanned the patio like a hawk mid-hunt.

Beside him, Kokonoi walked with sharp elegance—black dress pants, a cream shirt with the sleeves rolled and unbuttoned just enough to hint at expensive chains beneath. His platinum blonde hair glinted under the sun, but there was nothing warm in his expression.

They saw you instantly.

You were sitting stiffly, shoulders curled in, smile frozen.

And the man beside you?

Still leaning in. Still talking.

Koko’s jaw locked.

Sanzu’s eyes narrowed.

Without a word, they crossed the patio.

You noticed them just as they approached your table—and the relief that washed over you nearly buckled your spine.

Sanzu walked up behind your chair like he’d been there the whole time. His hand slid over your shoulder, warm and grounding, and his voice dropped into your ear with an intimacy that made the hairs on the back of your neck rise:

“Hey, baby. You okay?”

The guy across from you blinked.

You melted instantly into Sanzu’s touch, turning your face slightly to press your cheek against his hand. “I am now.”

Sanzu leaned down and kissed the top of your head, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your shoulder.

Kokonoi didn’t say a word. He slid into the seat beside you, one arm resting lazily behind your chair as his fingers tapped once, twice, three times against the table.

“Mind introducing your… guest?”

You didn’t have to.

The guy looked between them—one, tattooed and smiling like a wolf. The other, pristine and cold, like a god of finance sent to end careers.

“I didn’t realize she was—” the man started.

“She told you,” Kokonoi interrupted coolly. “Several times.”

You nodded. “More than once. I even said I was uncomfortable. I told you to back off.”

“I was just being friendly,” he said defensively, laugh shaky. “I wasn’t being weird or anything—”

“You sat next to her uninvited, ignored her boundary, and kept running your mouth,” Sanzu said, still smiling. “That’s plenty weird to me.”

Kokonoi leaned forward just a little, resting his elbows on the table like he was discussing an investment. “Do you know who she belongs to?”

The man blinked. “What?”

“She’s ours,” Sanzu said simply, brushing a lock of your hair back. “All of ours.”

Your friend’s eyes widened. She’d heard rumors about your “boyfriend’s business.” But seeing it up close was something else entirely.

“W-Wait, you guys are… you’re Bonten—”

Koko smiled faintly. “Took you long enough.”

“I didn’t know!” the man said quickly. “I swear—if I’d known—”

Sanzu laughed once—sharp and humorless.

“That’s the point, genius. You shouldn’t have needed to.”

Then Sanzu stood fully and tilted his head.

“Now get the fuck out of her sight before I make it so you can’t see anything at all.”

The guy shoved back from the table, chair legs screeching, stumbling as he tried to get up. He didn’t say goodbye. He didn’t try to explain again. He didn’t even look at you. He just left.

Your hands were shaking again.

Sanzu noticed instantly and moved to crouch beside your chair, placing both his hands over yours.

“Hey. You’re safe now.”

You swallowed hard, throat tight. “I didn’t want to bother you guys…”

“You’re not a bother,” Kokonoi said immediately. “You texted us. That’s all we needed.”

“I tried to keep it casual, but he just wouldn’t leave—”

“You don’t have to justify it.” Sanzu’s voice turned unexpectedly soft. “You shouldn’t have to defend your own boundaries. Not to him. Not to anyone.”

You nodded slowly, still trying to blink away the pressure behind your eyes.

“I just wanted to have a nice day out…”

“And you still will,” Kokonoi said, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off his pants. “We’re staying.”

“Wait—you don’t have to—”

Sanzu slid into the seat beside you and grinned. “Too late. I already ordered a lavender latte on the way here. Might as well get something out of the trip.”

Your friend gave you an apologetic smile. “I… didn’t realize he was like that. I’m so sorry.”

You gave her a small, tired nod. “It’s okay. You didn’t know either.”

Kokonoi flagged down the waitress, who recognized him instantly. “We’ll be needing a new drink for her. That one’s probably ruined.”

“Coming right up,” the waitress said quickly, her eyes darting between the three of you.

When she left, Sanzu rested his cheek against your shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around your waist under the table.

“Next time, just take a picture of the guy and send it with the message,” he said casually. “Saves us time.”

You laughed for real that time. It came out cracked but honest.

“I’m serious,” he grinned. “We'll even make a little sticker collection: ‘Men Who Learned the Hard Way.’”

Kokonoi chuckled. “Sanzu…”

You turned to look at both of them and whispered, “Thank you.”

They each looked at you for a beat—then Koko spoke, quiet and firm.

“You’re not just our darling when things are calm. You’re our responsibility always.”

“And our princess,” Sanzu added. “Don’t forget that part.”

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By the time you were back home, the tension had finally started to ebb from your shoulders. You hadn’t realized how tightly you’d been wound until Sanzu kicked off his shoes and all but demanded:

“Up. Come on, arms out.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I’m putting you in pajamas,” he said without an ounce of irony. “The soft pink ones with the stupid little ribbon. Those are your comfort pair.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, letting Kokonoi take your bag and Sanzu pull you toward the bedroom like an overly affectionate golden retriever who happened to be heavily armed.

“Sit,” Koko said softly once you were in the bedroom. He handed you a glass of water and gently helped you peel off your jacket. “You were shaking the whole ride home. You’re allowed to feel upset.”

“I know. I just… hate that it got to me,” you whispered. “It’s so stupid.”

Kokonoi knelt in front of you, brows drawn. “It’s not stupid.”

Sanzu reappeared with your pajama set and dropped it dramatically across your lap. “What is stupid is that guy thinking we wouldn’t find out.”

“Or that he had a chance,” Koko added dryly, brushing a knuckle along your cheek.

You changed slowly, under their soft-eyed watch, and by the time Sanzu tucked the blanket around you on the couch, you finally allowed your body to relax. The boys were moving around you — Koko lighting one of your favorite scented candles, Sanzu bringing you a snack plate that looked like it belonged in a spa — all while they kept up a soft chatter to keep your mind distracted.

And when you finally curled up against Sanzu’s chest with Kokonoi sitting on the other side, brushing your hair back rhythmically?

You almost fell asleep.

Not because you were tired. But because this was what safety felt like.

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You’d fallen asleep for real by the time the rest of the boys got home. Curled up on the couch with your legs draped across Sanzu’s lap and your head resting on Kokonoi’s shoulder, a soft blanket pulled up to your chin.

Mikey was the first to walk in, quiet as ever, his gaze falling immediately to the trio on the couch.

“She okay?”

Kokonoi nodded slightly. “Better now. Some idiot tried bothering her while she was out today.”

Ran, who had just entered with a lollipop in his mouth, frowned. “What kind of bothering?”

“The kind where Sanzu almost broke a ceramic mug on his face,” Koko said mildly.

“Almost,” Sanzu added with a smirk.

Rindou’s face hardened. “Did she call for help?”

“She messaged the group chat. Koko and I were closest,” Sanzu replied, stroking your shin absently under the blanket. “She handled it well. Told him no. Told him again. He didn’t care.”

Mikey’s jaw clenched.

Kakucho came in last, and when he saw your peaceful face, something behind his eyes softened.

“She shouldn’t have to call anyone,” he murmured. “People should just know.”

Ran moved toward the couch, crouching in front of you and brushing a stray hair off your cheek. “You sleeping okay now, princess?”

You stirred slightly but didn’t wake.

Kokonoi gave a tiny nod. “Better than earlier. But… yeah. It shook her.”

“She said it made her feel gross,” Sanzu added more quietly, his tone darkening. “She kept trying to laugh it off, like she was overreacting.”

“She never overreacts,” Kakucho said sharply. “Especially not with us.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Mikey spoke. “Tomorrow morning, we handle it. The guy, his family, any employer he’s got. He won’t touch her world again.”

Rindou cracked his knuckles. “I want in.”

“You’re not the only one,” Ran added coolly.

“Let me be the one to speak to her when she wakes up,” Kakucho said, already moving to sit beside you at the other end of the couch. “She’ll want calm. I’ll tell her we’ve got it handled.”

“Good,” Mikey nodded.

Kokonoi stood and stretched. “For now, let’s keep it down. She deserves one quiet night.”

They stayed up with you in shifts after that — Ran brought you tea when you stirred from a light dream, Rindou tucked the blanket higher when you kicked it off. Mikey never said much, but every time you moved in your sleep, his eyes followed you.

Because even though you were fast asleep — you were still their darling.

And no one disrespected what Bonten loved.

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Morning light filtered through gauzy curtains, painting soft golden patterns across the couch where you stirred awake. It smelled like vanilla and clean linen, your blanket still tucked snugly around you. Someone had slipped a pillow under your head. A heavier warmth — familiar, solid — rested on your legs.

As you blinked away sleep, your eyes landed on Kakucho, quietly seated on the floor beside you, reading something on his phone. His eyes softened the second he noticed you.

“Good morning, princess,” he said, gentle and low. “Sleep okay?”

You nodded sleepily, rubbing your eyes. “Yeah. Better than yesterday.”

He shifted closer and placed his hand over your ankle, thumb brushing soothing circles. “I’m glad. You did really well yesterday. We’re all proud of you.”

“…For what?”

“For saying no. For calling us. For trusting us.” His voice grew firmer. “You don’t owe anyone politeness when you’re uncomfortable. But you still handled it calmly.”

Your chest ached a little — not from sadness, but from how deeply his words wrapped around your heart. Warm. Safe. Solid.

Before you could say anything else, footsteps padded in — barefoot, light.

Ran.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “She’s up?”

Kakucho nodded.

Then came Rindou, rubbing sleep from his eyes, followed by Kokonoi, already dressed like he had three business meetings and a yacht launch.

You blinked at them, a little overwhelmed. “All of you slept here?”

Kokonoi grinned. “Of course. We take shifts. You think we’d leave our darling alone after that?”

“And I made sure nobody talked too loud near your door,” Sanzu added, entering with a tray of pastries and two mugs. “Mikey banned noise, I enforced it.”

You smiled, soft and sleepy, as Sanzu placed a croissant in your hand and kissed your temple.

“Where is Mikey?” you asked.

“On the terrace,” Kakucho replied. “He didn’t want to crowd you right away.”

Just then, Mikey appeared — silent and unreadable as ever — but his fingers tangled into yours when he sat beside you. His head rested lightly against yours for a moment, his breath warm against your cheek.

“You’re safe,” he murmured. “And you always will be.”

You squeezed his hand. “Thank you. All of you.”

“We handled it,” Rindou said casually, popping a grape into his mouth.

“…The guy?”

They all exchanged a brief look.

Kokonoi leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. He won’t come near you. Or your friends. Or the street you were on.”

“He still breathing?” you asked half-joking.

Ran gave a lopsided smirk. “Breathing, yeah. Talking back to women? Not so much.”

Sanzu added with a sweet smile, “He’s learning respect. Quietly. Privately.”

You sighed — not with fear, but with relief.

“Good.”

Kakucho reached for the edge of the blanket you were still wrapped in, tugging it gently. “Now. Show us your hoodie?”

You blinked. “My…?”

“Crochet,” Mikey said quietly. “You’ve been working on it for weeks.”

“Yeah,” Kokonoi added. “We want to see what’s been stealing your attention from us.”

You laughed, suddenly bashful, and sat up to pull the carefully folded hoodie out from a nearby basket. It was soft lavender, stitched carefully with little star patterns and a white trim. The hood had floppy bunny ears — just like they remembered you mentioning you wanted.

You unfolded it across your lap.

“I haven’t finished the pockets yet,” you mumbled, brushing a thumb across the seam.

But the boys were already moving closer.

Ran whistled. “That’s actually adorable.”

“It’s more than adorable,” Kakucho said, touching the sleeve delicately. “It’s beautiful.”

“You made this?” Sanzu said like he couldn’t believe it. “With thread?”

“You should sell these,” Kokonoi muttered, already calculating in his head. “We could design a brand—”

“I’m not mass-producing them, Koko,” you giggled.

Rindou gently tugged one of the bunny ears and chuckled. “This is so you.”

“You could wear it today,” Mikey suggested. “Comfort looks good on you.”

You ducked your head, suddenly flustered by all the attention.

And just like that, one by one — they leaned in.

Ran kissed you first, slow and warm. A hand cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

Then Rindou followed, pressing a kiss right on the corner of your lips, a little smug.

Kokonoi kissed you on the lips too, careful and exact, like he was memorizing the taste of your smile.

Sanzu’s kiss came with a little hum, his hand holding your face gently like you were something rare.

Kakucho leaned in with reverence, like he wanted you to feel it long after he pulled away.

And Mikey… Mikey kissed you last, slow and silent, his eyes locked on yours the whole time.

When they finally gave you space to breathe, you were flushed and smiling, eyes wide with love.

“You guys didn’t have to—”

“We wanted to,” Sanzu interrupted. “You’re ours.”

“Our darling,” Ran added.

“Our princess,” Rindou grinned.

“Our only exception,” Kokonoi whispered.

Mikey leaned his forehead against yours again and closed his eyes.

“Just keep letting us protect you.”

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The sky was overcast, the city wrapped in a quiet tension that matched the pressure behind your eyes. You’d only wanted a break — a quick coffee run, a little walk, something normal. The weight of the past few days had started to creep up your spine again, and you thought maybe, just maybe, a moment alone would settle your nerves.

You stepped into the familiar café near Omotesando, the one with ivy curling over the back windows and a barista who always wrote a little heart on your cup.

What you didn’t know — what none of them expected — was that the café’s alley exit sat directly across from an old building Bonten had repurposed for “quiet” conversations.

And that today, Bonten wasn’t being quiet.

Inside the warehouse, Mikey sat at the head of the table, his legs crossed neatly, black gloves on.

Kakucho leaned against the far wall, watching the door.

Sanzu stood behind the mark — a sniveling middleman who thought double-crossing Bonten was a “smart pivot.” His lip bled. His hands shook.

Outside, Kokonoi was running comms, Ran and Rindou watching the alley from the side entrance, bored and amused.

Until they saw you.

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“Shit.” Rindou straightened, nearly knocking over his earpiece. “Koko. She’s here.”

Kokonoi froze mid-sentence. “What?”

“She’s in the f*cking alley. Just walked out the café back door. She’s—does she know?”

“She doesn’t,” Kokonoi muttered, eyes going wide. “She thought we were meeting uptown today.”

Inside, Sanzu raised a brow, voice dark with amusement. “Our princess has impeccable timing.”

Kakucho swore under his breath and headed straight for the door. But Mikey beat him to it.

No one saw him move — but suddenly he was gone from the head of the table, already heading toward the alley with a sharpness in his stride that screamed danger.

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You stepped into the alley with your drink, glancing down at your phone.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Then—

“(Y/N).”

The voice hit like a whip crack.

You looked up.

And your entire body froze.

Mikey stood less than ten feet away, half-shadowed by the building’s corner. His eyes — usually soft around you — were pitch black. Unreadable. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders tense.

“Mikey?” you breathed, confused. “What—?”

He crossed the distance in two strides, gripped your wrist — not rough, but tight — and pulled you close.

“Don’t look,” he said, voice cold. “Don’t turn around. Just stay with me.”

Your heart pounded.

“…What’s going on?”

“Job,” he muttered. “You weren’t supposed to be here.”

His tone was flat. Not angry — not yet. But there was something beneath the surface that made your stomach twist.

Rindou appeared next, jogging up behind you. “We’ve got eyes on the block. I’ll clear the route.”

“Take her to the car,” Mikey said.

“But I—”

“Now.”

You flinched.

Kakucho showed up just as Rindou was guiding you away, but not before you heard the door slam open behind you.

A scream. Muffled.

The sound scraped down your spine.

“What the hell are you doing in this part of town?” Kakucho asked lowly as he walked beside you.

“I didn’t know,” you whispered. “I just wanted to walk.”

You weren’t crying, but your hands were shaking. You kept thinking about that sound. That tone in Mikey’s voice. The way everyone had reacted like your presence there was a bomb no one knew was ticking.

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Back at Bonten Penthouse – That Night

You were curled up on the couch with your hoodie pulled over your hands. No crochet. No tea. Just silence.

The front door opened.

You looked up — and Mikey walked in, shoulders still tight under his jacket.

You stood slowly. “Hey.”

He stopped across from you, watching.

“I didn’t mean to be there,” you said first. “I had no idea. I was just—”

“I know,” he interrupted. Quiet. Calm. But cold.

“…Then why do you look at me like I betrayed something?”

He looked away for a beat. When he looked back, his eyes were raw.

“Because for five seconds, I thought something could happen to you. And that does something to me I can’t explain.”

You blinked.

Mikey took slow steps toward you, then pressed his forehead to yours. “I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad at the world for letting you get that close.”

“…It wasn’t your fault either.”

“I know that logically,” he murmured. “But Bonten’s job is to make sure no part of our world ever touches you.”

Your voice cracked, soft. “But I am part of your world.”

His hands gripped your waist. “Not that part.”

The front door opened again — Sanzu this time, followed by Kakucho and Koko. Ran and Rindou trailed in after.

“I want to apologize too,” Sanzu said, coming to your other side. “We were supposed to lock that street. It won’t happen again.”

“You scared me,” you admitted, your voice small. “Not just what I saw. You. Mikey. You looked like a stranger.”

Mikey flinched.

“I’m sorry,” he said, so quiet it almost didn’t reach you. “But if you had seen what was behind that door…”

“I didn’t want to. I just wanted a coffee.”

Kokonoi stepped forward, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Then next time you want a coffee, we’ll send a whole team with you. And we’ll buy the café, just to be sure.”

You couldn’t help a weak laugh.

Ran placed a kiss on the top of your head. “No more walking alone, princess. I’ll personally put a tracker in your shoe if I have to.”

Rindou muttered, “I’ve got one in her phone already.”

“…You do what?” you blinked.

Sanzu shrugged. “It’s Bonten. That’s romance, baby.”

They surrounded you on the couch after that — quiet, present, letting you sit in the middle with a soft blanket and warm silence. Nobody talked about the job again. Nobody mentioned the scream or the cold in Mikey’s eyes.

You were here. You were warm. You were safe.

And every single one of them made sure you'd never wander that close to danger again — not because they didn’t trust you…

…but because they couldn't survive the idea of losing you.

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The city outside was asleep.

So was everyone in the penthouse, you guessed — or at least pretending to be. After dinner, they'd gently scattered, one by one, all leaving you on the couch with soft reassurances.

Sanzu had kissed your temple and told you to call if you so much as twitched.

Kokonoi brought a blanket and some honey tea — “just in case,” he said.

Even Ran, who teased more than he comforted, gave you a rare little shoulder squeeze before disappearing into his room with a wink. “Don’t let Mikey sulk too long,” he muttered. “He’s worse than you.”

But it was Mikey who stayed.

He hadn’t left the living room. Not really.

You found him an hour later on the floor beside the glass balcony doors, sitting in the moonlight with his knees drawn up, arms resting over them. His expression unreadable.

“Mikey?” your voice was quiet, careful.

His eyes drifted over to you. Soft. Sad. Awake.

You padded over, blanket still around your shoulders, and stood in front of him for a moment before whispering, “...Can I sit with you?”

He nodded without hesitation and opened his arms.

You climbed into his lap, your knees on either side of his hips, and settled into the circle of his embrace. He shifted, gently tucking your blanket around you again, and leaned his cheek against your collarbone. It was so quiet, you could hear the faint rhythm of his breathing, the quiet sigh of traffic below.

“I’m okay now,” you whispered.

He didn’t answer at first. Just rubbed a slow, steady hand up and down your back. His other arm stayed snug around your waist, like he couldn’t afford to let you go.

“Are you?” he murmured finally, voice low, gravelly from fatigue.

You nodded. “It just… scared me. Not the job. You. I’ve never seen your eyes like that.”

Mikey tightened his arms slightly. “It’s not a part of me you should ever see.”

“I don’t want you to pretend around me, though,” you said softly. “Even when it’s ugly.”

He was quiet.

Then: “I don’t pretend. I protect.”

You swallowed. “...You don’t have to protect me from you, Mikey.”

That made him look up.

The moonlight kissed the edges of his pale hair, and his eyes — though tired, though heavy — shimmered like ink in water. You reached out and brushed your fingers through his bangs, gently moving them aside.

“I know you’ve done things,” you said. “I know there’s a side of you that’s colder. But you still hold my hand like it’s fragile glass. You still make my tea the way I like it. You still ask if I want an extra blanket. That’s still you.”

He didn’t say anything. But you felt him exhale — a deep, slow breath, like something was unclenching in his chest.

“I don’t know if I deserve that version of you,” he admitted. “The one that makes you feel safe.”

You pressed your forehead to his. “You do. And I want all of you, not just the part you think I can handle.”

For a while, he just held you.

You sat there in the dark, your head resting on his shoulder, his fingers tracing lazy circles into your back.

Eventually, he said, “I don’t want to sleep alone.”

You smiled against his neck. “Good. Neither do I.”

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You fell asleep in his arms, right there on the floor with the blanket wrapped around you both.

The others would find you in the morning — Mikey half-dozing, you curled in his lap, the city glowing faintly behind you. They’d smirk, tease, take a photo or two.

But not one of them would say a word too loud.

I’m not sure if your requests are open still, but if they are; could I request some fluff (comfort fic) where reader suffers from bad PTSD and a depressive disorder? Specifically a reader that has abandonment issues for PTSD, and has dealt with a lot of abandonments or deaths in their family.

Sorry if this is oddly specific, but I’ve been itching for fics like this.

(For Manjiro and Kazutora, or whoever else is fit for this as well)

Thank you!! 🩵🩵🩵 /p

a/n: sos this took a while! my requests r closed but im still taking them just as someone sending them dont be upset or think i hate u if it takes a while is all since i do them if i get any time!! anyways hope you like them i enjoyed writing!! >;p

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𐚁⋆.˚ 𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖

the rain crashed against the window as kazutora slid the cup of freshly made hot chocolate your way. He had noticed that it was just him talking the entire day but he didn’t question - after all, that feeling of fear that you were experiencing was something he knew too well.

slumping onto the couch beside you gently he reached for the remote, switching on your favourite show just for background noise, something to drown out the thoughts which were probably swirling through your head, creating an endless of whirlpool of needless negativity, needless doubt.

but trust wasn't bought, it was earnt.

you'd been through a string of rough breakups until you met kazutora, and he wasn't perfect, he wasn't exactly the most mentally and emotionally available, but he knew what he wanted and when, so when he made up his mind to date you forever, he meant it. that he wanted you, forever.

after the opening finished playing you still hadn't said a word, hadn't reacted, so he decided to drag you out of your daze himself. he nudged your arm gently, hugging his knees to mirror you and flashing you a grin, rocking left and right, playfully knocking into you with each swing. eventually you were forced to crack a smile despite the protests flowing from your lips and that's when kazutora caught it.

a glace. a fleeting moment. he might've missed it if he wasn't paying extra attention but of course he was, it was him after all. amidst all the playful shoving you had dropped your guard for a split second, peering at his face as if to try and gauge an answer to the question he knew was rolling along the tip of your tongue, desperate to break from its binds.

'are you going to leave me too?'

his fingers slithered into yours, gentle, cautious, before he pulled you closer, lips pressing to your forehead while his gaze remained glued to your own. he didn't shut his eyes. he never did. he pulled back gently, his rough, dry hands cupping your cheeks.

kazutora, softly: you want to ask me, so go ahead

y/n, sighing shakily: ..i'm cursed or something...was just wondering if it had taken you from me yet, because..

kazutora: because everyone always leaves?

y/n: ..yeah.

kazutora: but i'm not everyone.

the look in his eyes made it obvious. kazutora hanemiya was never leaving. it was almost like magic; for a second you could almost see a smaller version of the two of you, running around that very same apartment, a gold ring binding with the tissue of your finger, as if it was never going to vanish. the sandbags you had been hauling around on your shoulder seemed to suddenly disappear. his gaze settled on yours, one single feeling floating within them - understanding.

nobody ever understood you as well as kazutora did, so maybe, he won't leave you the same way they did.

𐚁⋆.˚ 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙤

your fingers remained interlocked with manjiro's as the two of you made your way downstream back to the small house you shared. today, like any other day, he had walked to your office to pick you up after a long day's work but instantly he noticed the difference in your behaviour. your gaze would linger, tinged with vulnerability when you thought he wasn't looking, your smile wouldn't quite reach your eyes which wouldn't meet his own for too long before breaking away.

nonetheless, he didn't say anything at first, just let you be. perhaps when you wind down later you would tell him. the sun dipped into the horizon, painting the sky a crimson hue, the shallow river drifted past creating a soft melody of water bouncing along pebbles and boulders. the breeze seemed gentler than usual, rustling the gold streaks of his hair, snatching his worries and carrying them far away. he glanced at you, hoping it would do the same for you, but your gaze was still clouded, still distant.

manjiro slowly but smoothly tucked your joint hand into his coat pocket, subtly pulling you closer in an attempt to comfort you but you only seemed to become more anxious at the gesture so he tried a different approach.

manjiro: so how was work today?

he saw it. the way your face paled, as if you suddenly had to face the inevitable, and you did, head-on. your feed crunched against the pavement as you came to an abrupt stop, teary eyes reaching up to connect with his own and a slight tremble in your lower lip. of course, this was normal; he always had to prod about when you were sad because you weren't the best at opening up, even to him, but he was just the same. that's why he could understand. what came next however, he couldn't exactly comprehend where it had come from.

y/n: are you bored of me?

manjiro, puzzled: ..what?

y/n, crying now: i-if you're bored of me, then just say so. it hurts too much to just wait unti-

it was simple. the only way to shut out your baseless doubts was with a kiss, so that's the approach he took. he waited for you to pull away before heaving out a sigh, pressing his forehead to your own, eyes peering into yours, into your heart.

manjiro: is that what you're scared of..?

y/n, nodding slowly: ...y...eah.

his warm arm wrapped around your nape, pulling you into his chest as his lips pressed onto your hair, your hands hovering awkwardly as he closed his eyes, keeping them there before he finally pulled away to peered down at you.

manjiro: then there's no need because i'll never be bored of you and even if i am...i still wouldn't leave you. ever.

y/n: ...jiro..

he grinned at your whiny tone but that seriousness remained in his eyes, a calloused hand stroking your hair gently before he pushed you away suddenly, breaking into a run.

manjiro: last one has to wash the dishes!!

y/n, succumbing to a smile: manjiro sanooo!! you cheater!

𐚁⋆.˚ 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙮𝙖

mitsuya set the soft silk piece in his hands down as you walked in, mumbling a small greeting and biting at your nails like you needed them to disappear. he knew that habit, he knew what it was for. you were feeling insecure. he watched as you collected a file from the drawer, your eyes creeping back towards him whenever he pretended to pay attention to his work. your feet shifted in agitated steps as you continued devouring your nails and although you had found the file you needed for your work, you were still there, hovering, sneaking glances at him. you were so scatter-brained that you hadn't even heard his footsteps until he was stood right behind you, peering down at you.

taka: what..? are you okay?

your gaze instantly snapped upwards, your whole body shaking as if you were holding back a dam. the sight broke his heart and that mirrored onto his expression. his hands slowly snaked towards the file in your hands, pulling it from you and setting it aside before enveloping your fingers between his own before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

taka, softly: tell me, what is it?

his tone of voice was all it took for the dam to break, tears gushing forward as you opened your heart to him, speaking between shaky breaths.

y/n: y-you just haven't been paying any attention to me recently...a-and you always sleep at your desk instead of in bed with me..i-i just- if there's someone else then-

taka: idiot..

your brows creased, confusion melting into relief as soon his lips were on yours. it was gentle, soft but firm, grounding, 'you're mine, and i'm yours'. mitsuya always stressed that to you, from the day you agreed to be his, that's always been what he's said to you and if you were feeling upset, if you had happened to forget amidst all the other important things you have to remember, he was glad to remind you of it.

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✧･ﾟ: a/n : to the lovely anon who requested this—thank you! Mikey’s the type of character who hides his emotions well, but I can totally see him seeking comfort in someone who brings normalcy into his chaotic life. I hope this hits all the right feels for you! I listened to Understand by Keshi the whole time and AGHH brought me into the feels.

✧ Title: ✧ The Weight Of Everything ✧ ✧ Characters: Mikey (Manjiro Sano) x Reader (Fem!Reader) ✧ Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Mikey carries burdens that no one else can truly understand. On days when everything feels like it’s falling apart, your presence becomes his only source of calm. But when Mikey realizes just how much you mean to him, he's left wondering if there's a chance for something more. ✧ Content/Tags: Emotional vulnerability, Mentions of stress/burnout, Angst, Slow Burn, Vulnerability, Pining, Emotional Support, Confession ✧ WC: 1323 words // 7470 chars

Mikey was used to handling things alone.

Being the leader of Toman came with burdens that no one else could truly understand. The pressure of making decisions, keeping his friends safe, staying strong for everyone—it was a constant weight on his shoulders. Most days, he carried it without complaint, hiding his exhaustion behind that calm, almost childlike demeanor he was known for.

But there were days when it all became too much. Days like today, when even the smallest frustrations piled up until they became overwhelming, leaving him on the verge of snapping.

Mikey sat at the edge of the rundown rooftop, his legs dangling over the side as he stared blankly at the horizon. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the city, but he couldn’t bring himself to appreciate the beauty of it. His mind was racing, his heart heavy with unspoken thoughts.

It was one of those days.

He’d been distant with the gang, unusually quiet, and though his friends had noticed, none of them dared to ask what was wrong. They knew better than to pry when Mikey was in one of his moods. Only Draken had given him a look, that knowing expression that said he understood—but even he hadn’t tried to approach.

Mikey preferred it that way. He didn’t want to be asked how he was feeling. He didn’t want to explain. He just wanted… to escape.

And that’s where you came in.

♡ uhuhu soft toman mikey saving u again. y/n is afab as usual but change it in ur head if u want. I can’t stop writing for him aaaa I’m losing it >_< enjoy.

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Y/N hastened her pace, clutching her bag tightly against her chest. She never meant to involve herself. It was supposed to be a quiet evening after work, but when she saw the group of gang members cornering the elementary school boy in the alley, she couldn’t just walk away.

Now, she regretted it.

“Now where the hell do you think you’re off to, princess?” one of the men spat.

Y/N froze, her heart hammering. “I..- I wasn’t doing anything,” she stammered, her voice trembling.

“Bullshit,” another snapped, circling her. “We saw you. Yelling like that. Trying to play the hero? Who the fuck do you think you are, princess?”

Her knees felt weak. “I just..-“

The leader laughed, loud and cruel. “You hear that? She thought we’d listen to her. Cute.”

He stepped closer, his shadow looming over her. Y/N backed up instinctively.

“You’ve got nerve, princess I’ll give you that,” he said.

One of the other men snickered. “What should we do with her?”

Y/N’s throat tightened as she scanned the empty street. No one was around. There was no way out. She couldn’t fight them; she could barely stand. Her mind, a storm of panic, but that’s when another voice cut through the chaos.

“You’re gonna back the fuck off.”

It was quiet. Steady. But it carried a weight that silenced the group in an instant.

The gang turned, their expressions shifting immediately.

Standing at the mouth of the alley was Mikey. His hands were in his pockets, his blonde hair easily recognizable under the dull light. His Toman jacket was draped casually over his shoulders, the black and gold fabric all too evident. But it was the unmistakable manji symbol on the back and on his arm that made the gang members freeze.

“Shit,” one of them muttered. “That’s Mikey. Toman Mikey.”

The leader’s grip on Y/N tightened as he sneered. “I don’t give a shit. He’s just one guy.”

“Try me,” Mikey said, his tone flat.

The leader shoved Y/N toward one of his men and stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. “You think you can take us on by yourself?”

Y/N gasped as Mikey moved, quicker than her eyes could comprehend. His foot connected with the leader’s jaw, the impact echoing through the alley. The man crumpled instantly, out cold before he hit the ground.

The others stepped back, panic across their faces.

“We don’t want trouble, Mikey,” one of them stammered. “We didn’t know she was with you.”

Mikey’s gaze swept over them, cold and unforgiving. “You know who I am, and you still thought this was a good idea?”

“N-No, we-”

“Get lost,” Mikey said, his voice low but laced with enough malice to scare even the toughest gang members.

The men didn’t need to be told twice. They dropped the leader’s body and scrambled out of the alley.

Y/N stood frozen, her legs trembling. Mikey turned to her, his expression softening instantly.

“You okay?” he asked, stepping closer.

She nodded shakily, though her legs felt like jelly. “I… I think so.”

“You’re shaking,” Mikey said, his gaze sweeping over her. “Where are you hurt?”

Y/N blinked, touching her face. Only then did she notice the sting on her cheek. “I… I guess?”

Mikey frowned, taking her hand gently. “Come with me.”

She didn’t protest as he led her through the quiet streets, his presence steady and grounding. They reached his apartment not long after, and Mikey guided her to the couch.

“Sit,” he said and disappeared into the bathroom.

When he returned, he had a first aid kit in hand. He kneeled in front of her.

“You don’t have to…-” She mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’ve got a cut,” Mikey said, dabbing at her cheek with a warm cloth. His movements were precise, gentle.

Y/N watched him in silence, his face serene, but something in the tension of his jaw gave him away.

"You shouldn't put yourself into situations like that,” he said finally, his voice soft yet firm.

"I know," she whispered. "But I just couldn't do nothing and stand there."

Mikey let out a sigh, his head shaking slightly. "You're way too kind, you know. It's dangerous as hell at night.”

When he finished, he set the cloth aside and sat back on his heels, studying her. “Promise me you’ll be more careful next time.”

“I promise,” she said softly, her cheeks warming under his gaze.

Mikey stood, motioning toward his bed. “You’re sleeping next to me tonight.”

Her eyes widened. “I can’t..-”

"You can," he said so firmly that further discussion was no longer an option. "Go."

Too tired to care, she pulled the covers up and sank under them. A second later, hardly having time to realize what he was doing, Mikey slid in beside her, settling there as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"You don't mind, do you?" he asked quietly.

“No,” she replied, her cheeks warming. “It’s… nice.”

Mikey offered a faint smile, his arm draping over her as he pulled her closer.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered.

For the first time that night, Y/N felt a sense of safety. As her eyes began to close, she heard him murmur,

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This is a Manjiro Sano (Mikey) x fem!reader story You start as a quiet, overlooked student, the kind people love to single out — until Mikey steps in, scattering your bullies with a single word. From then on, he keeps showing up: at school, on street corners, sharing snacks and careless smiles.

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