#bonten

sometimes he’ll just flop down beside you and put his head in your lap. neither of you say anything for half an hour. he doesn’t need conversation. he just likes being near you. spending quality time with you is the best part of his day.

⊹ everyone in bonten knows you’re his weak spot. everyone knows. the second your name comes up, sanzu changes completely. his expression softens. his voice loses that dangerous edge. he’ll answer your texts in the middle of important conversations and not even try to hide it.

the funniest part is that he thinks he’s subtle but he isn’t. one time somebody joked that you had him wrapped around your finger. the room went completely silent. everyone expected sanzu to get angry. instead he shrugged and said, “yeah, obviously.”

⊹ he gets ridiculously soft when you’re affectionate first. normally sanzu is the clingy one. he’ll throw an arm around your shoulders, pull you into his lap, grab your hand whenever he feels like it. but the rare moments when you initiate affection - he completely malfunctions.

if you quietly take his hand first, he’ll stare at you for a second because he genuinely wasn’t expecting it. if you lean against him while you’re sleepy, he immediately goes quiet. he’ll act normal on the outside but he’s replaying that moment for the next three business days.

⊹ if you’re talking to someone else for too long, he’ll eventually wander over. if you’re sitting across the room, he’ll somehow end up beside you within ten minutes. if everyone’s gathered together, his arm ends up resting against yours before he even realizes he’s moved.

one night you’re sitting with ran and rindou while they’re telling some ridiculous story. you’re actually laughing - a rare enough occurrence. twenty minutes later, sanzu walks into the room, takes one look at the situation, and immediately sits beside you.

ran raises an eyebrow. “we’re having a conversation.”

sanzu glances toward you. “not anymore.” he says as he takes you over to his office.

⊹ there are nights when bonten keeps him out until ridiculous hours. nights where everything goes wrong. nights where he’s exhausted, irritated, and running entirely on caffeine and stubbornness. during those nights he becomes quieter than usual. not angry. just tired. and no matter how late it gets, eventually he texts you.

“awake?”

“you home?”

or sometimes just your name.

the first time it happens, you ask if something’s wrong.

“nothing’s wrong.”

“then why are you texting me at 3 a.m.?”

there’s a long pause. another minute passes. finally his reply appears.

“wanted to hear from you.”

⊹ he develops this habit of pressing a kiss against your forehead whenever he walks past you. sometimes it’s your temple. sometimes your cheek. sometimes the top of your head while you’re focused on something else. half the time he isn’t even paying attention to what he’s doing. it’s become so normal that neither of you notices it anymore until one day kakucho does.

you’re standing in the kitchen talking quietly about something. sanzu walks by, leans down, presses a quick kiss against your hair, and keeps walking without breaking the conversation he’s having on the phone.

kakucho stares.

“…what?” sanzu stares back.

“nothing.”

⊹ after something genuinely dangerous happens, sanzu spends the next few days sticking unusually close to you. he’ll deny it if anyone points it out. claim it’s coincidence. act irritated whenever rindou starts making comments but everyone notices.

especially you. he keeps reaching for you. checking that you’re there. touching your shoulder when he walks past. pulling you beside him on the couch. resting a hand on your back whenever you’re standing nearby. eventually you ask him about it.

“you’ve been acting weird.”

he looks at you for a second.

“thought I lost you.”

the words leave his mouth before he can stop them because sanzu almost never admits things like that. after a moment, he sighs and pulls you closer against his side.

“I don't wanna lose you.”

What you didn’t know was that he was that Manjiro Sano. Bonten’s leader. Japan’s most dangerous crime boss. Someone who could literally blink and make people disappear.

And you? You were a barista. Working the morning shift, half-asleep, armed with nothing but caffeine and sarcasm.

So when the man strutted in, cut the entire line, and leaned against the counter with an arrogant tilt of his head—you didn’t even flinch.

"You gonna pay for that coffee? Or are you just here to stand around and look mysterious?"

The room went dead silent.

You didn’t notice the flinch from the guy in the suit behind him. Or how the woman next to you suddenly ducked.

Mikey, however, blinked.

His head tilted. Just slightly. He looked you over. And for the first time in years, his lips twitched.

"What if I like standing around?"

You squinted. "Then stand over there. After you pay."

He paid. Silently. Didn’t say another word. But he came back the next day. And the next. And the one after that.

Sometimes he ordered the same drink. Sometimes he just stared at you, sat in a booth, arms crossed, like you were a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.

You ignored him. Mostly. Gave him nicknames like "pouty gremlin" or "white-haired menace" under your breath.

Until one day, you saw him again. Not in the café. Not in his fancy coat.

He was bleeding.

It was a rainy night, and you were walking home when you found him slouched in an alley, breathing heavy, eyes sharp even through the pain.

"Oh my god—are you okay?"

He looked up. Recognized you. Still tried to play it cool.

"It's nothing."

"Nothing?! You look like you got run over by a truck. Twice."

You dragged him to your apartment. Cleaned him up. Forced him to sit still.

"You know, for someone who looks like a villain, you bleed like everyone else."

He snorted. "You talk too much."

"And you sulk too much."

He didn’t leave for a while. Slept on your couch. Ate your instant ramen. Watched movies with a permanent scowl, until he started actually laughing.

And one day, out of nowhere, he just—

"You’re mine now."

You looked up from your cereal. "Huh?"

Mikey didn’t even blink. "You’re mine. Don’t make me repeat it."

"Is that your version of a proposal or a threat?"

"Yes."

And somehow, from that moment on, he just... never left.

The Bonten execs were horrified. Some were in denial. Sanzu needed a week to recover.

But Mikey? Mikey was obsessed. Protective. Clingy.

He dragged you into his world, but made sure you were untouchable.

The first time someone called you "Mrs. Sano," you almost spit out your drink.

But Mikey just nodded proudly. Arm around your waist. Dead serious.

"Damn right. That’s my wife."

(And you never had to pay for coffee again.)

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(These are just small discerptions that explain the one shot or parts as short as possibility)

Let's be real, we know most of these are dark content/Yandere.

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Fluff:

Your daughter blowing kisses to her dada at work: HERE

You own a cat cafe, and Mikey comes almost every day: HERE

Reader is a nurse to Bonten, a mother of three and Mikey falls hard: HERE

Mikey's wife brings bento's for everyone: HERE

Mikey's girlfriend is bright while he is not, but they work: HERE

Touch starved Mikey has the biggest crush on the softest baker. Slight violence: HERE

Mikey went to tell his executives he was getting married, but they think your pregnant, which you are but Mikey didn't know: HERE

The executives think you're cheating on Mikey with Sanzu not knowing he is your brother. Married reader: HERE

Mikey only shows his true self to you and his son. Married: HERE

Mikey's wife that no one new: HERE

You want to see Mikey on his birthday so recruit the executives to help you: HERE

Toman / Bonten reacting to meting Mikey's pregnant wife. Headcanons: HERE

Mikey is happy with you and your son. Everyone is alive but still Bonten arc. Married: HERE

Mikey loves his yakuza heiress girlfriend and he will marry her no matter what her father thinks: HERE

The journey through Pregnancy and motherhood. Smutish: HERE

You are more than an innocent face. Getting held at gun point: HERE

Mikey with his bimbo girlfriend: HERE

Hurt/Comfort:

Mikey's demons haunt him that sometimes he forgets who you are. Held at gunpoint. Pregnant reader. Mafia Mikey: HERE

Today was not your day but you have Miket to comfort you and deal with the problem at the end of the day. Sad/angry reader: HERE

Mikey doesn't show much emotion, and reader is doubting if he still loves reader. Insecure reader. Smut: HERE

You had a son with Mikey but he left, how are you suppose to tell him that. Angst but it all works out. Draken sister: HERE

You stayed with Mikey no matter what because you promised Shin you would. Smut: HERE

Mikey finds himself stranded on a farm and reader patches him up and falls for the reader until the executives show up. Smut: HERE

Izana was the reader's first love but then he died and Mikey was the one reader moved on with, but Izana was never dead. Opening ending. Smut: HERE

Series:

Mikey Saves Reader when she runs away from her arrange engagement to Kisaki and they fall in love. Waka's adopted daughter. A Hades and Persephone re-telling. Bonten executives all do it with reader at end. Hurt/comfort. Smut. Part 1: HERE Part 2: HERE

A Jujutsu Kaisen crossover. Scarlet Witch Fushiguro Reader. Mikey love interest. Toman / Bonten Mikey one shots: HERE (All parts for that crossover)

Reader just got devoiced from her cheating ex, when an personal massage leads to old friends. Smut. Part 1: HERE You run into the ex, but you are happier than expected. Part 2: HERE

Dark/Yandere:

Mikey sees ballerina reader at a show and wants her and would do anything to make her stay with him once he has her. Baby trapping, Obsessive, Oblivious reader, Smut: HERE

Your relationship with Mikey and Bonten from the eyes of a darling outsider. Platonic Yandere with the executives. Smut: HERE

Mikey and you lost all your family, so Mikey will rebuild that family with his sister. Noncon. Smut. Incest: HERE

Yandere Mikey with reader that had his child. Headcanons: HERE

* Mikey wanted reader, you were his last thread to life. Baby trapping, Noncon, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, Open ending. Reader lived to me. Smut: HERE

You and Mikey promised to get married in the future and now Mikey kidnaps you to fulfill that promise no matter what. Forced marriage. Smut: HERE

Yandere headcanons. Smutish: HERE

Mikey wants to recreate you family. Incest. Smut: HERE

You are all Mikey has so he has a plan so you never leave him. Baby trapping. Smut: HERE

Possessive:

* Mikey hates sharing what is his, so he films you two to prove a point. Softish Jealous, Smut: HERE

Mikey dose you against the wall, Jealousy, Smut: HERE

Someone is talking to reader at the club. Chubby, insecure naive, bimbo, wife reader. Smut: HERE

Jealous / Possessive Mikey. Smutish: HERE

Secret relationship headcanons and image. Smut: HERE

* Mikey has more family. Cousin reader. Incest. Smut: HERE

Smut:

Reader and Mikey do it in front of traitors: HERE

Reader wants a baby. Reader is bunny hybrid: HERE

Mikey is doing work in his office late at night, so reader distracts him until he's finished: HERE

Pure smut: HERE

Being Mikey's little expensive bunny girl: HERE

Mikey and reader are going up against each other the next day, but no plot just smut. Black hair but in Bonten arc: HERE

Mikey would do anything for his wife even hightail out of an import meeting. Reader is a bunny hybrid, breading: HERE

Happy birthday Mikey. Boss x assistant. Breading: HERE

Mikey has rules for his girlfriend and going out shopping without guards is a big no: HERE

Mikey has the perfect birthday planed for you: HERE

Mikey and gun smut. Short: HERE

Reader is worried for Mikey. Pregnancy. Softish: HERE

Pure smut: HERE

Mikey and his stepdaughter: HERE

Your best friend walks on you and Mikey surprising you both. Possessive: HERE

Forced Pregnancy: HERE

When you don't show up for work you boss goes and cheeks up on you. Alpha boss Mikey. Omega reader: HERE

Mikey likes being inside you: HERE

Reader is Mikey's assistant and while a toy might help Mikey thinks he could do a better job. Breeding kink: HERE

Halloween with Mikey. Public smut. Toxic Mikey: HERE

Mikey and his bimbo: HERE

Mikey wants a baby: HERE

This can be any Mikey. Breeding Kink: HERE

His eyes were alert, darting around until they landed on your figure, spotlighted by the sun, like an angel descending from the heavens. You looked good, healthy. That was good. An array of emotions fought for their turn in Mikey’s heart—Relief, distress, anger, nostalgia. He couldn’t just pick one, especially when it came to you. As he watched from his spot, doing his best to not seem suspicious, he clocked the people you were approaching with excitement, your peppy stride as you waved at, what he presumed, to be mother and daughter.

However, his entire world turned upside down when the little girl extended out her arms towards you, and said “Mama!”

“Hello, my darling.~” You cooed, taking her into your awaiting arms from the woman, embracing the toddler tightly. “Mama missed you so much.”

“Missed you, mama!” was the child’s reply, followed by her giggles.

A bucket of cold water would’ve been better than this. Watching you converse with who he now assumes to be the babysitter, Mikey felt faint. Vision blurring, head pounding, heart clenching. You…you…no. There’s no way. You wouldn’t have moved on…you couldn’t have, not like this, not from him. You loved him, didn’t you? You still love him, didn’t you?

How could you…how could you?

Before he knew it, he started to follow you around. From the park, to the store, all the way back to your apartment. He already phoned some of the executives to start working in on the babysitter, and anyone else in your new found circle for information. He wanted answers. He needed them.

By the time you began fixing dinner, with your daughter laid down for a nap, you receive a knock at your door. Who could that be at this hour?

RAN was chilling outside the rendezvous spot for something the boss and a few other execs were participating in, having a smoke, minding his business, up until he sees a little girl with pigtails wearing a school uniform approaching, standing before him and just…staring. She barely came up to his thighs, could've been no older than seven. She was practically staring into his soul with bright lavender eyes that scarily reminded him of Rin’s when he was that age.

He stared back, head tilted as he blew out the smoke from the corner of his mouth. The hell was a kid doing on this side of town?

Then, after an uncomfortable staring contest, the little girl points at his cigarette. “My ma says those things are bad for you.”

Ran raised a brow, “Does she now?”

“Mmhm! She says it makes people unhappy.”

He offered a thoughtful nod, an amused grin spreading across his face. “Mm. Do I look unhappy?”

The girl looked at Ran for a minute, eyes squinted. Eventually, she shook her head. “No. But, ma also says people who are always unhappy get better at hiding it.”

Ran’s grin faltered. Her unwavering stare started to unnerve him, especially after hearing such a heavy statement come from such a small package.

After a brief moment of silence, he chuckled softly, taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away. He exhaled. “Smart woman.”

The little girl beamed, “Mmhm! My ma knows a lot of stuff.”

“Tsk. But not ‘Stranger Danger’, apparently.”

She tilted her head, curious. “Huh?”

“You shouldn’t be wandering around by yourself, let alone approaching someone you don’t know. ‘s not safe. Especially for nosy little girls who stick their noses in other people’s business. Your ma never taught you that?”

The little girl rolled her eyes, hands on her hips. “Duh. Of course she did. Everyone knows that rule,” she exasperated. Ran snorted, but yielded when she squinted at him, pointing as she sassed. “And I do so know you, so you’re not a stranger.”

This time, Ran couldn’t help the incredulous laugh. “Oh, you know me, huh? That’s not good. ‘m supposed to keep a low profile. Say, you ain’t a cop are you?” He teased, earning another eye roll.

“No. Too small to be a cop, dummy.”

“Oh, pardon me, I didn’t notice. Where do you know me from, then?”

The little girl pointed over to the building..where the executives were having their meeting. She beamed, “Ma’s works in there. On important people days she can’t get me from school, so she tells me to come straight here, and to not talk to the purple man that stands near the building. She says you’re mean.”

Ran smirked, then gave a half-hearted shrug.

“She also says you’re my pa. But, I never believed her. You’re too old.”

Ran’s smirk dropped.

Whether more from the first comment or the last, you decide. But, one thing was for certain: he needed another cigarette.

SANZU cackled watching some guy struggle to round up a couple of rowdy twins at the convenience store. One was knocking shit off the shelves while the other ran circles around the guy. It was what he needed for his bitch of a hangover, a good laugh to distract from the ache in his skull.

However, he wasn’t laughing for long when you came around the corner of the isle, holding a few items with a smile on your face that soon faded once you saw the scene unfolding before you; the pinkette thought he was still tripping balls. Blinking a few times to allow any after effects of the drugs to clear up, when you didn’t disappear he used his long legs to swiftly yeet behind one of the shelves, peering around it like some paranoid stalker. The last time you had spoken, you had threatened to castrate him with your teeth if you ever saw him again.

And he’d be damned if he tried your bluff.

He watched in awe as you straightened those twins up quick. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought they were trained to obey you, and only you. Any other authority be damned. While the guy was putting all the stuff back on the shelves, sweaty and out of breath, you gently reprimanded them for causing trouble. You still made that cute pouty face you always did whenever you were mad at him…

“What did we talk about earlier? Hm? Mr. Satoru was very kind to help mama today, you know. You two promised me you’d be on your best behavior for him.”

Sanzu gagged. This was the rebound you let nut in you? This huffy moron who can’t handle a couple of ankle biters, this was your king? He had half a mind to just gut the guy to put him out of his misery from that pathetic display from earlier, alone. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it must be back home. He remembers when he was that age—Rowdy, reckless, the Antichrist. Adorable, but deadly. God bless that poor bastard’s soul.

Wait…Mister? Not…dad?

The first twin whined, stomping their feet. “He’s too boringggg!”

Come to think of it…if Sanzu squinted…the longer he looked at the little family…he swore the more he saw the resemblance of himself in the tiny gremlins. From the hair, to the eyes, all the way down to the mannerisms…Hang on. When had been the last time you two fucked? Three…no, was it four years ago?

The second twin huffed, pointing at the man. “Yeah! And he’s jus’ being nice so that he can sleep in your bed, mama!”

You flushed, nervously chuckling as you looked around to make sure no one heard. Sanzu ducked behind a bag of chips, now nothing but eyes peeking through the gaps of food on the shelf.

So…that loser’s not the father? Then…could that mean..?

“He’s mama’s boyfriend, remember? He’s allowed to do that. And he’ll be around for a while, so I want you two to be nice, okay?”

“…okay, mama.” They grumbled.

Sanzu almost popped a blood vessel, fist clenched around a bag of Lays and nearly busting it. He chuckled darkly, “Oh. We’ll see about that.”

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